|Knight, pb, 1978|
"Cynically Harold regarded me, a gleam in his wicked little eyes. I was absolutely at his mercy. It was merely a question of what he decided to do with me."
Oh, I know that feeling. It didn't happen with Harold, but after he'd been jumping Bear was a different horse. The cynical gleam in his eye faded, and you could do what you wanted with him in the stable. Horses are sometimes just plain odd.
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