”Dressing later before he set out for the show, Jake transferred the crushed and faded yellow tansy flower from the bottom of his left gum-boot to his left riding boot. The poor puppy rattled back and forth in the back like a shuttle. They talked horses endlessly, but unlike other riders, she was prepared to spend hours discussing how his horses might be improved, not permanently waiting to engineer the conversation on to her own. Hatred of Rupert, churning around and around in his head, prevented him dropping off again.
“He didn’t seem remotely keen on her. ”Jake hadn’t even brushed his hair before he came out, but it fell into place automatically. Revenge didn’t want a hero’s welcome. It took all Fen’s tact to calm him down.
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