There was no saddle large enough for Miel’s broad back at Madds’ family’s country home, populated as it was by retired or unsuitable racehorses, castoffs from his uncle’s stables,
so Gen improvised with a folded horse blanket. She had not ridden horseback in years, and was anxious that she might somehow have forgotten how. She needn’t have worried.
Riding came to her as easily as breathing. It was good to inhale the sweet horse scent and to feel the powerful animal respond to the lightest of touches from her heels, knees and hands.
She put the big old mare through her paces while Madds watched melancholically from the sidelines.
In a bright spate of happiness, she pulled Miel up near Madds. “Would you like to try?” she offered. Madds looked surprised and not a little concerned. “Miel’s strong,” Gen reassured him.
“She can carry both of us, if you’re apprehensive about falling.”
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