Me too,” but she daren’t take her eyes off the horse to which she clung with hands, feet, legs, posterior, ankles, toes, elbows, and any other portion of her anatomy with which she could maintain contact.All but her stomach, which was ready to jump ship, or rather jump horse, at any moment.“How are you doing up there?” Captain McHenry smiled over his shoulder as he led her mount gently around in a circle.Is this really necessary? Surely a buggy would be better. Or walking.I’m a good walker. “Fine, I’m just fine.” Can he see the fear all over my face, or am I as good an actress as Belle? Why did I ever find this outfit? I could have had an excuse.“You look fetching in that outfit.”“Th-thank you.”“You know, if you relax in the saddle, it will pretty much keep you from falling off. We train our new recruits to relax and have them galloping in no time.”Her throat clamped shut.“No, don’t worry. I wouldn’t do that to you. But this old horse, he’s trained many a young rider.
