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Heartha woke at her regular time, just before dawn. She yawned, stretched her strong arms up above her to ease a slight crick in her shoulder, stretched her long legs one at a time. She smiled.
Friends among the inhabitants of Bancross Village take a ride together just before sunset. They may not all be fearsome warriors, but each does their part, and each is a 'Horse Lord' in their own way.
“I want to write something for you, Ethel. A sort of secret between you, your papa and me. I know you and I have joked about it in the past. But I have to tell you …