95They walked along the riverside, enjoying what had turned into a cool day. When they stopped in a sandy area by a curve in the streambed, Noah stopped. “Ready?”
“For what?” Becca tilted her sunglasses down and blinked blue eyes.
He held his hand out. “Put your foot in the stirrup and I'll help you up.”
Becca squinted at Noah then at the horse. She grasped his hand, and the next thing she knew she was in the saddle. The smooth leather creaked as she adjusted her seat. “Why does the ground look so far away?”
“It's just an optical illusion. I promise.”
“I'll hold Ned's reins. He'll follow right behind Trixie. When you feel comfortable, I'll hand them to you.”
Becca adjusted her cap. “Got it. Now, how do I make him go.”
“You could kick him.”
“That doesn't seem very sporting.”
“Then
