Ignoring them, Fen walked on. “She may have done, but you disqualified her by dismounting before you left the ring. Jake took Tory, Fen Tanya and the children for a picnic in the Brittany countryside, finding a perfect place shaded by a glimmering silver poplar copse by the side of a meandering river. I guess I need someone like him to keep me on the straight and narrow.
The Brook Farm Riding School tackroom was overcrowded but very tidy saddles and bridles occupying one wall, food bins another, and medicines, principally Jake’s gypsy remedies, yet another. Beside him sat Nigel. There wasn’t time to have them capped. “I’m sorry Tory’s not here,” he said with a smile, ‘but she’s the one person I know who doesn’t need to hear any of this.
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