“Charlotte, why are you eating the apple? That was for the horse.” “I’m sorry,” she said with a smile. “I was hungry.” My heart was beating through my chest. It had been twenty-five years since I entered a horse show arena; now here I was going through the gate. Twenty-five years is a long way from familiar, and it showed. Nobody knew the kind of cowboy stock I came from. My papers went deep through cowboy country and pastures, rodeos, […]
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