The Color Of Courage
Leaning forward in the saddle, Lindsey patted Dakota's neck and tried to quell her nervousness. "This is it, boy. This is your final test.You have to get this right."
The dark brown gelding responded by tossing his head and pulling at the reins as if to show her that he was eager to get down to business. She couldn't help but smile.
Running a hand down her mount's sleek, muscular neck, she found the calmness she needed. She drew a deep, cleansing breath. The cool breeze carried the smell of dust, fallen leaves and the earthy scent of horses. Looking over the fence to the hills rising just beyond the road, she saw the golden-hued stone buildings of old Fort Riley where they stood nestled between oaks, elms and sycamores bearing the first touches of fall colors. Dakota pulled impatiently at the reins again.
"Okay, I'm the one stalling," she admitted. "I just want this so badly—for you and me, but mostly for Danny."
Each week her brother called for updates about Dakota's training, offering advice and pointers that she didn't really need but accepted anyway. Today, he would be waiting impatiently for her call. She intended to give him ... read full excerpt from The Color of Courage ebook
