2. i get it that the kid doesn't want to come and meet my ponies out of loyalty to her horse at her riding centre.
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i never like sharing my horse.
isn't there a famous quote about no secret as intimate as that between a rider and horse?
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Jill went to pat the nosy bay who was sticking his nose over the stall door. When she did, he spooked and stepped back.
Was it her raincoat scaring him? Or, had she misread his interest??
As she stood patiently, with a hand out in his stall now, she thought he looked sad. In his eyes. Then she remembered that she'd heard the story of the divorced, childless woman who gave him all her love and attention. And who died of unkown reasons, while out riding him several months ago. He'd come back the barn alone and his life had never been the same since...
Eventually, she was able to pat his face a little. She told him some sweet things and hoped that she could offer him a little more attention as things progressed around that place.
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