Chapter FourHe swung himself up in front of her onto the heavy saddle holding the camera in his hand.
As he picked up the reins of the white horse, which had stood quite still since Valda had been put on his back, he asked,
“You are not nervous? You have ridden before?”
“I have ridden since I was five,” Valda answered him almost indignantly.
“I apologise,” he said with a note of laughter in his voice.
The horse moved off and Valda realised that they were deliberately going slowly in case she should slip off the back of the horse onto the ground.
It annoyed her when she was such an exceptional horsewoman and, yet she had to admit, it was considerate of him.
‘So he ought to be!’ she told herself, feeling her blouse clinging damply to her back and realising that her skirt was soaked ri
