Chapter Thirteen
Have you no other horses that I could use?” Sara asked the ostler of the stables, looking at the sway-backed animal in front of her.
“This or nothin’,” the man answered, spitting on the ground.
“But this is unacceptable. This horse is barely capable of standing on his own legs, let alone carrying a rider. Surely you have another...”
“Look, Miss, d’ye want to rent the ’orse or not?” the man interrupted her.
Sara looked it over once more. It infuriated her that this man could stand there and lend out this poor old nag for anyone to ride. She dug her hand into her reticule for the hourly fee. She wasn’t certain the animal would last the full hour, but she supposed she didn’t have a choice in that matter either.
Her aunt had finally given her permission to ride, and Sar
