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Wouldn’t that have been a good start for me? ... I mean it Tom, I want this to work and I don’t want you stuffing it up!’
She buried her face in her pony’s neck and tried to deal with her anger and humiliation. Her father pushed his bike over onto the grass and stripped off his leathers. Then he walked over and touched her on the shoulder.
‘How could I have known? I’ve never pretended to know anything about horses.
Your horse isn’t scared of my bikes. I know you’ve been under
stress, but try to chill-out.