me a random horse from the stock pen. It was a decent animal, but

the starting line, lean

ed, her voice like ice. "Don't make this more

rting g

agony, but I ignored it. I was surprisingly fast, fueled by pure adrenaline. I was neck and nec

red sharply to the left, slamming

its stride. It was just for a second, but it was enough. B

e

wd who didn't see the subtle, deliberate foul. She r

sat on my horse, breathing heavily, t

did the u

she took my father's buckle and placed it in Wesley' s hand. Then she pulled t

ounced, her voice full of affe

humiliation-it was too much. The last thing I saw before I blacked out

edics carrying me out of