Chapter Fourteen
“I know that we can beat them,” said Morgan.
Button leaned back on her elbows and tossed her mane to let the desert wind dry it. “If I were you, I wouldn’t even be thinking about it.”
Their morning run had been a good one. Perhaps Morgan was already testing her own limits. Poor Button had folded with exhaustion at the end, losing her grip on the shafts and dropping to her knees with a moan. Because they were still harnessed to the cart, Morgan had no choice but to go down beside her and wait until she was feeling strong enough to rise again. Morgan knew that they should be walking it off, cooling down gradually to avoid cramps, but she couldn’t say anything with the bit in her mouth. All that she could do was rub her flank against Button’s to express sympathy.
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