Chapter 15
“But I don’t want to.” Hana complained like a child after they tacked the horses. “You ride her; you promised.”
“I did not!” Bobby retorted.
“I bet you can mount her fine,” Hana said. “You’re lying because you don’t want her either.” Sacha turned her furry, dappled face towards Hana and her eyes looked sad. Hana ignored her. “Go on, try,” she begged the stock man.
Bobby took the reins in his left hand and readied himself to mount the dappled-white mare. Sacha tossed her mane and stepped sideways as he lifted his foot towards the stirrup. He exhaled crossly and repeated the movement with the same result. Bobby tried again and again, looking like he was in a hopping competition and going nowhere fast. “See!” he spat crossly, giving up.
The mare’s eyes developed a white rim ar
