her. But she was—she had total conf idence in Shy
Guy now. She could feel the connection between
them, the trust they’d forged, every time she sat in
the saddle.
Fletch threw a grin at Madison and shrugged his
shoulders, like he’d proven his point. Madison made
an annoyed, thinking noise.
“Okay,” she said eventually. “Fine. If you
think you can handle it, Hanna, Shy Guy can
come with us.”
“I know I can,” Hanna said. “And so can he.”
“Awesome!” Izzy whooped. Every horse star-
tled at the noise except Shy Guy. Madison just
shook her head.
Getting out on the road with Shy Guy was a
different tin of sardines from riding in the arena.
But Hanna had trusted in Shy Guy so far, and look
how far they’d come.
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Madison, riding her spotted horse, and Fletch, with
his freckly red roan, led the group off Bridlemile
Road and onto a special trail that crisscrossed the
patchwork of farms and ranches of Quartz Creek,
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