Wicked Angel (Blackthorne Trilogy)
“ "Sumac because he's red, my dear Puck," his companion responded, nodding to Alex for confirmation.
"Partly. It's also because he's so hard to beat that all the other horse owners avoid him like poison sumac," Alex replied, nibbing the roan's nose affectionately.
"How long is the course?" Puck asked.
Joss stood to the side, a plain brown wren in her shapeless woolen gown. She clutched a shawl around her shoulders to ward off the chill spring wind. Pewter clouds scudded across the sky, hinting at more rain. The racecourse was already soaked from last night's showers. Any further rain would turn the ground into a bog, but Alex seemed unconcerned, even a bit pleased with the weather.
So was Poc, who pranced through the squishy yellow mud in tail-wagging glory, impatient with the restraint of the leash, which Joss kept firmly wrapped around her wrist. She was grateful she'd had the foresight to confine him, as many of the horse lovers were also dog lovers whos...e canine friends accompanied them.MoreLess
"Partly. It's also because he's so hard to beat that all the other horse owners avoid him like poison sumac," Alex replied, nibbing the roan's nose affectionately.
"How long is the course?" Puck asked.
Joss stood to the side, a plain brown wren in her shapeless woolen gown. She clutched a shawl around her shoulders to ward off the chill spring wind. Pewter clouds scudded across the sky, hinting at more rain. The racecourse was already soaked from last night's showers. Any further rain would turn the ground into a bog, but Alex seemed unconcerned, even a bit pleased with the weather.
So was Poc, who pranced through the squishy yellow mud in tail-wagging glory, impatient with the restraint of the leash, which Joss kept firmly wrapped around her wrist. She was grateful she'd had the foresight to confine him, as many of the horse lovers were also dog lovers whos...e canine friends accompanied them.MoreLess
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