Chapter Twenty-Nine
THERE IS FREEDOMMikaere loved a challenge and he cleared the fence with minor effort. But landing proved another matter. He skidded in the slimy mud which greeted his hooves, his legs splaying under him. Phoenix held her breath, using every muscle in her thighs and stomach to remain seated as he battled for purchase. Her mind emptied, leaving numbness in place of fear. She’d grabbed a handful of mane before they rose into the air and she clung to it as a lifeline as her horse slipped and slid as though on roller skates. The brave gelding gave a snort of temper and dug his hooves into the muck. At that moment, Phoenix knew they’d be okay. Mikaere grunted and his frustration with the poor landing restarted her brain.
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