Chapter 37
Whirlwind cantered calmly up the hill, with Charlie securely aboard. Sam’s breath still came in shallow spurts, but with every second that passed, her hands unclenched a little. Unbelievably, it looked like they were going to be all right.
The mare had stunning movement. Extended and elevated, cadenced and harmonious. Sam imagined for one moment how her gait would wow judges in the dressage arena. Whirlwind and Charlie gained the brow of the hill, just as Meg arrived with Uncle Spike in tow.
‘Afternoon, princess,’ he said, with a cocky lift of an eyebrow.
Ever since the fateful buckjump competition, Sam had gone to extraordinary lengths to avoid Spike. He’d not pursued her. Perhaps because he’d lost the bet, the deal that they’d go on a date if Spike was crowned King of the
