Sometime, somewhere on the plains…
A fall among these people was uncommon, particularly one from a standing mount. A crowd was gathering.
From where Meagan stood beside the pack animal, she could plainly see her former pony was in a sour mood from being abused during the argument and was not interested in being ridden. The best thing to do was find a treat for the mare and walk her out quietly. Instead, the man found a switch and laid it sharply along the mare’s side.
Seeing the mare’s ears lie back, Meagan almost felt sorry for the man. He did not have the opportunity to yank the reins again. As he held the rough leather straps, Targa struck, seizing the man under his arm. The man wrenched free and collapsed in the dirt, holding his side.
The second man came forward now, ready to claim his prize by default. The pony mare flattened her ears and swished her tail. The man lunged in and grasped her reins tightly. He looked at his audience to make sure they were observing the proper way to mount a troublesome horse, and lifted his leg an infinitesimal degree before Targa’s hind hoof struck his left calf. The man went down with a cry.
Another man started forward hesitantly. The pony cocked a leg in anticipation and the man stepped back into the crowd. Everyone turned to look at Meagan. The wake-up man gave her a short nod.
“Oh, sure. Now she’s mine.” When Meagan took a step, the mare shifted ominously. A field of spectator’s eyes waited expectantly …
Excerpted from Eclipsed by Shadow, the award-winning first volume of “The Legend of the Great Horse” trilogy. (Hrdbk pg. 186)
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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.
When Meagan opened her eyes, her first thought was she had been beaten. Heavily. A horn sounded at close proximity and pain blossomed throughout her body in an amazing bouquet. Maybe I was run over by a chariot after all, she thought, wincing. – Eclipsed by Shadow (excerpt)
Others were sitting up and stretching. All around her, lines of horses were being groomed and tacked. Meagan groaned to think of getting on a horse. The mere effort to sit up made her gasp. A bow-legged man was walking through the camp knocking pallets of late sleepers. “No, thank you,” Meagan told him. “No riding today.”
