"Are you ready, girl?" I ask the pretty, dark bay Arabian beneath me. A cheerful snort was my reply. "Let's go, then." I barely whispered, a huge smile on my face.
    The wind whips by as I encourage her into a gallop. I am riding bareback, and though she wears a bridle, there is not a single speck of metal in her mouth. Ellie responds to the ( Read more... )