Fifteen year old Emma Morgan and her her family moved to the little island off the coast of England when she was five years old, and her little sister was born the year after. When Emma was 9, her father died in a horse riding accident but she'd con...
I walk into Bright Fields with Amber the next morning, wearing a long sleeved plain red shirt and matching jodhpurs, my red jacket thrown over it. I wear my silver leaf jewellery set as well. I split off from Amber when I see Pin about to exit from Raven's stall, glaring after Zoe.
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"Hey," I greet, and he glances at me, his glare morphing into a smile.
"Hey."
"What happened? You're grumpy," I state.
"It's nothing. Zoe charged into the field when I was lunging Raven," Says Pin and I groan in exaggeration. "He broke free of me and tore the lunge rope from my hand.
I say, "How's your hand?"
"It's fine," He says, opening the door.
I stop Pin before he could leave and examine his hand. There was a light red line where the lunge rope had scraped his skin when Raven had taken off.
"It needs some ice. Come on," I say, leading Pin out of Raven's stall and locking the door behind me. Then I head for the tack room and find out some ice from the mini fridge's freezer. I grab a cloth and dampen it in the sink before wiping Pin's injury clean. After wiping the blood from Pin's hand, I firmly press the small plastic ice bag in his palm.
