Chapter 4
Hers was a grey gelding, his a bulky, restless stallion. Black, as befitted the mount of Adrian Black. The tack was well-kept and shone in the high mountain sun. Maryann held a whispered conference with her horse. She had always loved these great animals, so vast and muscular, and yet really so very delicate. A horse is a sensitive creature. He likes to know something about the person astride him. He likes to sense that his rider knows what he, or she, is doing. He will do quite a lot with a rider who understands how to speak to him. So, stroking his forelock, and neck, Maryann spoke to him. She pointed out that it was a gorgeous day. She told him what a lovely coat he had—he liked that in particular. She told him she would have something nice for him to eat later if he gave her
