Emily

“Later, still pale and weak-kneed, I told Marcia and Steenie that they didn’t need to help me walk and they let go of my arms and stood back. “A real sport,” Steenie said. “Just threw himself on that horse and hugged him like a brother.” “I didn’t realize until now that we’ve been playing the game wrong all this time,” Marcia said. “It doesn’t mean a thing until you crawl right into the horse.” “I’d throw up some more if I had anything left to throw,” I said.”
― Richard Bradford, Red Sky at Morning