Chapter Forty-Nine
We got back to the stables, and as Madeleine and Meg went to return the cart, something across the street in a nearby park caught my eye. A gorgeous chestnut mare was running from her old master, catching snips of grass and flowers until the man got too close and she would run from him again. I laughed at this; of course the mare wouldn’t abide by a man, yelling and cursing her, waving his whip at her. I stole over, and caught the mare. “There! That’s my horse!” “Oh really?” I challenged. “Doesn’t seem like it, and frankly what horse would want you, with you yelling and waving your whip at her like that.” “Give her back to me! Scarlett comes from a long line of event-jumpers!” I pulled the reins just out of his reach. He looked at me shocked. His face was redder than the mares. The sta
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