They’re so much stronger—so much fiercer—so much more magical than us. They have powers and abilities that the finest and most incredible human would only dream of having. They’re fiercely loyal; they can read minds; they can fly.
The first day I came to Oliver’s, he had one horse that I could ride, and one horse only; all the others were privately owned. When he told me and Dad the horse was a little hard to handle, Dad took my hand and said it was time to go, and since I worshipped everything my dad said, you would have expected me to go with him.
But I didn’t, because I wanted to see something. I asked Oliver which horse it was, and he pointed to one of the paddocks, and that was the first time I laid eyes on Santana.
He was big—bigger than any horse I’d ever seen before. He wasn’t m
