No rational explanation existed for what she was seeing. Charlie and Drew, companionably cantering their horses down the hill. Whirlwind stood like a rock while Charlie slipped off her back, and then the mare followed – followed – her sister into the yard.
Charlie started to groom her. Sam tiptoed to the rails and watched Whirlwind lean into the body brush, the way Pharaoh used to do. She blinked away the sharp sting of tears, wanting to berate her sister for forging this secret alliance behind her back. For making a fool of her. Then she thought of Drew. Charlie had no monopoly on secret alliances.
Sam started to say, ‘You’ve got some explaining to do,’ but stopped herself. It was exactly that kind of preachy attitude that had caused problems between them in the first place. No wonder
