Chapter 23His first lesson of the day, a pair of teenagers thrilled to learn jumping, went well. The sun rose higher, clearing the tops of the trees and bathing the arena in its brilliance. While he stood by one of the jumps, Westley was acutely aware of the marks on his back, his shirt rubbing against them as if made from sandpaper instead of cotton. When he’d gotten to his office he’d popped the recommended dose of Tylenol, but the medication didn’t feel like it was doing as intended. The second group lesson trooped in, three girls and a boy, all under the age of ten and eager to learn whatever he threw at them next. Westley made a mental note to take them out on a trail ride for their first lesson after his big show. A bit of relaxation for everyone, ponies included, went a long way.
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