twenty-three
Here I am, heading further in the mountains on horseback in lay clothes, searching for a wild horse with two people I haven’t even known for five days. And all because I needed to visit my father. What was I thinking? My eyes dart over to Sangmo and Sonam, chatting away on their horses, trotting ahead of me.
“All good?” Sonam slows his stallion beside me. I nod. He must have sensed my soaring sentiment.
“Soon we’ll head North.” He points to the left where a magnificent mountain range displays her crystal crusted peaks in the golden glare of the morning sun. The sheer height of it!
“From what I’m seeing, you’re doing great on the horse.” A sparkle comes to his eyes. “Like your mother, I see you’ve got her beads.”
My fingertips slide over the jade string around my neck.
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