“Would he have shot the horse?”
“Oh, undoubtedly, m’lady. Your father was devoted to Her Grace. It was only her request that spared the brute’s life. She loved that horse and she was the only one that he would permit to ride him. Her gentleness tamed him.”
“Apparently he wasn’t the only one.” thought Jessica.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
55 Fiction Friday
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