Ali urged her horse onward, sand flying from her hooves. “Faster, we can make it! Come on, Cranberry. You can do it!”
The liver chestnut mare had just whirled around the first barrel on the cloverleaf pattern. She darted to the second barrel and tightly circled it. Then they were flying at the next barrel.
“Hurry!” Ali encouraged her mare.
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