CHAPTER 13 | Ellie
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“Sit up!” I command, hands clenched around the arena fence’s top rail so I don’t cover my eyes. “Evelyn! You have to sit up!”
Evelyn doesn’t sit up. In fact, from the looks of it, she doesn’t breathe either as her cute, little paint gelding romps around the jump course I’ve set for them. They canter down the arena’s long side with Evelyn’s fists buried deep in his mane, and when she turns him toward the last jump, her shoulders slouch even more.
Henry, to his eternal credit, hops over the small gate anyway and trots toward me, ears pricked. “You’re a good boy, Henry,” I say as he skids to a stop next to me.
Evelyn pitches forward, slumping against his neck. “I thought I was going to die!” she pants.
I try not to laugh. “Nah, dismemberment probably, but not
