Chapter 9
Adam's station was a horse lover's dream, seven hundred acres of pasture, some of it farmland, but most of it lay fallow so herds of cattle could graze. Two small seasonal streams intersected the property and carried rain to the river. They provided a superb obstacle to put Harvey through his paces. I laughed as my ghost horse carried me over a hedge. Before my father bought him, Harvey had been a show jumper. I coaxed him to give me a high-stepping passage.
"Oh, Harvey!" I bent over my saddle and gave my horse's neck a hug. "How I've missed you!"
With a joyful whicker which was more felt than heard, Harvey stepped sideways into a dance-like half-pass. I coaxed him to perform a high-leaping capriole, the most difficult dressage move a horse could perform. Six long years it had
