Adam started his horse toward her. “Letty,” he called out gruffly. “Adam, I’m sorry. I was having too much fun. You saw that I had no issues jumping—” He grasped her reins when he reached her and held her horse still as he glared at her. “That’s not the point. When I say stop, stop for God’s sake. You don’t know the land here, not yet. You could have run straight into the marshes. Lizzie would have broken her legs and rolled over and crushed you.” “Oh . . .” Letty bit her lip for a moment before speaking. “I’ve had that happen before.” Adam stared at her in horror. “What?” “I was thirteen. My new pony was spooked by a barn cat in the yard. He reared back and fell on top of me. He didn’t break his legs, thankfully.” The memory was not a happy one. The pony had been uninjured, but she