“Good boy,” I said, rubbing his neck.
“Good horse.”
“Are you ready?” Sasha asked. “You seem
like a natural.”
“I’m ready,” I said.
Once Sasha and Petra were mounted on
their own horses, we headed toward one of the
nearby hills.
Misty seemed to know the way. I barely
had to direct him at all.
I couldn’t help but think that it was
much easier riding horses with Petra and
Sasha than it was talking with Victor, Lisle,
and Jacqueline.
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