Grey morning light was seeping over the earth as Dandy pounded into the yard. His mother came running from the kitchen, her arms outstretched towards him. He left the saddle in one smooth jump, threw the reins on the ground, and enfolded her in his arms. “I"m sorry, Mama, I"m sorry,” the words spilled out over and over again. “I won"t run again, I promise. Don"t cry.”
Anna had thrown her arms around him and was kissing his face and stroking his arms and hands as though he were still a baby. Her words were in German and this time they made sense. She called him her heart, her lovely child, repeating the words over and over.
Lorenz heard the slap of boots behind him and tried to disentangle himself. “Uh, Mama, I"m going to have to face him,” he whispered.
He turned and there was MacDonald
