CHAPTER TWOJasmina laughed loudly as she struggled to control Lightning as he skittered across the path, tossing his head and chomping on his bit. She was enjoying her journey to her cousin’s home in Debbingford in the next valley. Lightning was certainly a marvellous ride, fast and strong. The beautiful saddle of fine pale leather the Duke had purchased for her was extremely comfortable although strange in shape compared to the American saddles she was used to back home in Missouri. Then the stupid stallion had spooked when a small rabbit ran across his path. Just as she had been about to get Lightning under control, a great black and silver car came roaring round the bend and it took all her skill as a rider to stop her mount from bolting. She was still struggling to quieten him whe