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'We don't,' Mitch replied, 'it's easier when you have your own land, we live over at Thornhill.'
His family lived in a tin shed on a forty acre block. He shared a bedroom with his two younger brothers. Saffron started to feel sorry for him. I would hate sharing my bedroom, she thought.
'Our house is a dump,' he continued, 'but we have a sand, riding arena and a big, six-horse truck fitted out like a mobile home.'
Saffron stopped feeling sorry for him.
Mitch rode a showjumper who was only 14.3 hands high. A real little nugget of a horse - stockhorse x warmblood. Saffron examined the photo which was tucked into his wallet.
‘I call him Boofhead,' Mitch explained. 'We’re jumping open D grade there, that one was one really tough-bitch of a course. This jump here's a metre-fifteen high - and it had maximum spread. I sometimes go out eventing too, but only 'cause that’s what my mother’s into ... I like the showjumping much better.’
Some girls would have been bored, but not Saffron. Mitch thought Magic sounded like a cute pony and got really angry when he heard what the developers were going to do to Green Mountain. He helped her to take down her posters and carry the table and chairs back to the food court. Neither of them saw their friends again that night and they didn’t care at all.
They stood together outside the mall, waiting for their parents to pick them up.