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Chapter 8-3
When they finally finished the drill and started back to the pony stable, Bobby realized they had an audience. Oh s**t! He hadn’t known Doyle was home from his latest business trip, much less that he had come down to watch them. I bet I’m going to catch hell, plus I know I look like the rankest beginner trying to get used to this damn stilt-legged horse and postage stamp saddle. It took some effort, but he pasted a smile onto his face and put the rest of his energy into trying to appear confident and fully at home on this unfamiliar mount. As Bobby approached him, Doyle smiled broadly. “Ho, it’s good to see you back in the saddle,” Doyle said. “Blame it on Fiona,” Bobby replied. “She can make any wild idea seem reasonable and positive.” Doyle laughed. “I may employ her services soon, t
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