Chapter Six
Ponygirl
“Come on, girl. Legs up. Higher! That’s it,” Tamera said in approval.
Abigail was in parade mode. Back straight, she brought her knees above her waist while she circled the corral. Thick, thigh high boots added to the weight of her legs but she was used to them after all this time.
A network of wide, supple straps encased Abigail from the top of her head to around her thighs. Easily flipped down horseblinds sat on either side of her eyes. A curved rubber bit cut deep into her mouth and exposed her teeth. Her arms were folded in back and cinched one on top of the other with leather straps. A lead ran from her bridle to Tamera’s hand in the center of the corral.
“Trot,” Tamera called. She snapped her whip in a wide arc, the end of it striking the ground near Abiga
