”Rupert came out of the ring, looking at his watch. Cow parsley along the motorway verges had given way to hogweed, holding its flat disks up to a cloudy grey sky, through which the sun shone opaque like an Alka Seltzer. While other riders changed their sponsors and were forced to call their horses ridiculous, constantly cha After a night’s rest and Jake’s marsh-mallow ointment, Africa’s limp was barely perceptible.
”Leaving the horses, they walked through the mud up the hill to the caravan village in which the riders lived during the show. Taking in the merry din, the bottles of chianti, the photographs of the Colosseum on the wall, the solicitous waiters, r, and was able to throw his weight completely off the horse while it was in the air, yet somehow touch down smoothly as he landed. He’d actually taken some of Marcus last time he was back and she was dying to see them.
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