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As we started out at a slow gallop, my breathing became heavy; even before the first coop. But I was keeping my proper distance from Moody. That amazed me. Lily settled right in behind him at a controllable (thank God) pace.
Coop One. It’s one of the bigger ones (for those riding at 15 hands) Rappahannock Hunt has to offer, but I had been over it several times before. Lily, I knew, wouldn’t dream of refusing. She was having too much fun. We flew over it. I was panting like a dog, trying to catch my breath. A flash of pink. Must be an outrider, I thought.
We veered left on our approach to a split rail. A cinch. Only two-six or so. Height (then and now) terrifies me. Drop jumps do too. Inexperience is my middle name when it comes to equestrian sport’
Up and over. Lily jumped big.
“This is no Kong Wall, kid,” I muttered under my breath. “Save your energy for what’s ahead.” At that point I was talking more to myself. Lily was fit
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