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As Magic rolled with her legs in the air, working the dry, white sand into her sleek, wet, black coat Saffron stood by, laughing.
What a mess! This was certainly a horse experience you couldn’t get at city riding schools. After that, Magic was happy to stay quietly tied, cropping the tussock, while Saffron sunbaked on the sand, eating her picnic lunch.
Trying to get the sand off both herself and her horse before replacing clothes and saddlery was annoying. It was so lovely down by the creek in the shade of the old cassuarinas. Neither she nor Magic wanted to do anything other than stay there all day, but Saffron had faithfully promised to be back early.
The reason she had to be back so early was nothing more exciting than an assignment due on Monday. Because of all the upsets and late nights in the last couple of weeks, she had totally forgotten it. Angie had spotted the work-sheet and told her do it on Sunday afternoon.
The rest of the day was spent in dull but peaceful activity, researching, writing and putting together a project on the British Empire. Her parents had friends over. Saffron, banished to the study, could hear snatches of talk about Wednesday’s protest.
Rather than feeling left out, she felt relieved. Perhaps the adults wanted to take over because they were worried about their kids’ safety. Charles had guessed that the violence at the dance was about Green Mountain. No one - other than Saffron - had any proof.