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L R Trovillion
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Horse Gods: The Dressage Rider’s Betrayal
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Author Insight
Peace in a Violent World
It is hard to visualize peace, especially the promised "peace that passes all understanding," in a world being torn apart by violence. Just last night, the violence of the police shooting in Philadelphia touched our family in a small way. My daughter was working at Temple Hospital and was caught in a lock-down while police attempted to subdue an individual who had already wounded several officers. I was afraid for my daughter living and working in the area. There was no peace in our house. So how do we experience peace in a time when we are bombarded with horrible news stories 24/7? How do we achieve that promised peace--the freedom from fear, want, and despair? How do we practice in the belief that all will be well with the world? It seems to be a challenge that calls for an act of will combined with a ridiculous faith in the face of everything around us.
Book Excerpt
Horse Gods: The Dressage Rider’s Betrayal
“My God, my God! Declan.” I shake his shoulder. “You can’t be dead. You can’t be.”
I rock back on my heels and look around. The dogs sniff at Declan’s face. Buck drops to a crouch by his side, whimpering. The edges of my phone crush into my fingers and a voice calls my name. I hold it to my ear.
“Are you still there? Help. Please come quick.”
“Miss Hamilton? Regina. Listen carefully. We’ve got your locational data and a team is on its way. Please remain calm.”
“He’s shot! He’s bleeding to death! It’s my fault.”
“Is anyone else in the area with you?”
My God, whoever did this might be here still. Waiting. Watching. A shot of cold adrenaline races through my stomach, tingling down my arms and hands. I bolt to my feet.
The woods are still. I stand rigid, every cell listening for a crunch of a twig. Just the dogs panting, no other sounds.
“Please.” Tears tip over the edge of my eyelids and run down my face. “Please.”
No other words come. My throat closes on them. Nothing is making sense.
“The team is about ten minutes out, Regina.” The voice is steady in my ear, like a warm, heavy blanket draped over my shoulders. “Don’t move. Don’t touch anything. The team will be arriving from the south.”
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