Suddenly, the horse veers right. The coach lurches, defying gravity as it rises dangerously on two right wheels. Maxzyne can hear the scrape of one damaged wheel on the asphalt. With a bloodcurdling yelp, she slides to the right, banging her elbow.
“I guess you only understand me when I wear the hat!” she screams at the horse. She stretches one arm toward the black hat and quickly grabs it by the brim. The horse pays no attention. Instead, he continues his frantic gallop down the deserted street. It takes only a second to jam the hat back over her braids. She holds on to the hat with one hand and screeches, “Stop! Can you hear me? I said, ‘Stop!’”
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