Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all. -Emily Dickinson
Maggie picks up speed. My body bounces off the seat and into the air.
Gripping the horn tighter, I lean forward.
"You need to relax."
"Well, you need to slow down." I place a hand on top of Drake's thigh to brace myself. "I'm going to fall."
"Stop moving."
"She's going faster."
"Sit back. And for God's sake, let go of my leg."
"Make her stop."
"Danny, stop kicking the horse. Or she's going to take off in an open run."
Maggie races across the open field. Her long strides, bounce my body up and off the seat with every step she takes.
Drake curses under his breath. He wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me several inches off the saddle.
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