MEAGAN FELT HERSELF floating. I must be moving again, she half-dreamed. To somewhere else, another time … maybe I am home. Home!
A fly landed on her nose. It was a horrible disappointment to open her eyes and see people sitting on their mats beside lines of tied horses. She and the vast company had ridden the entire day and well into the night. Meagan tried to sit up, but pain shot through every muscle. She was sure she felt a twitch in her eyelids.
She sleepily watched two men arguing. Apparently there was a question of ownership of a certain pony, since both men gripped the animal’s reins and neither would let go. Each took turns yanking the bridle to illustrate his point until the pony soundly bit one of them. Meagan sat up at the man’s cry. The pony looked suddenly familiar.
Painfully she stood and marched up to the men. “Pardon me, but I think there is some mistake. This is my pony, Targa.”
A booming voice made Meagan jump. The bow-legged wake-up man was coming. For once she was happy to see him, for he knew the truth. She expected to be handed the reins; instead, the man led Meagan away by the sleeve to an ancient, decrepit pack pony. “Targ ha!” the man shouted. She had been unceremoniously reassigned to another horse. Disappointingly “Targa” was not even the pony’s name, but only a verb, or at best a noun.
Meagan felt reprimanded for imagining that she, a mere woman, could have claim over property desired by a man. She bent to greet her new horse, though “new” was a description hard to apply to the aged beast. “Are you the Great Horse?” she asked doubtfully. The animal bore her greeting with the interest he would have shown a bundle of sticks.
Excerpted from Eclipsed by Shadow, the award-winning first volume of “The Legend of the Great Horse” trilogy. (Hrdbk pg. 185)
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