The horse seems to have calmed under Rico’s direction and expert hands. She feels the tension in her own shoulders relax a bit as she listens to the soft-spoken commands given by the young horseman. For the moment, there is no need for a gentle flick of the whip.
“That’s it, amigo,” he croons. “You are in charge, but I lead.”
“Uh, Rico?” She squirms in the saddle. Her neck twists as she tries to see his face. When she nearly loses her balance on the unstable perch, she decides to keep both hands on the saddle horn instead. “Just wondering—do you know where we’re going?”
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