GENRE: MG Secret
I can see my horse’s breath in the cool, fall air. His nostrils flare in time with his hoof beats as we canter around the arena. I keep my eyes on that first jump. If we can make it clean over those two purple rails, then I know we’ll have the rest of the course made. That’s just how Titus works. As I lean into two-point position, Titus’s whole body tenses into one big muscled machine. His front end lifts and then we’re soaring through the air. I don’t start breathing again until all four of his hooves hit the dirt. Then I smile really big and reach down to pat his silky neck. I know we’ve already earned that blue ribbon—I can feel it!
“Evangeline Stankard?” The teacher’s loud voice slices right through my daydream.