Chilling winds raced beside us, hooves on sand reverberating like a heartbeat, roar of the ocean endless white noise. The wind smelt of salt, sand and leather.
Sandersun pulled against the bit, but I held him steady. Mr. Gallager would throw a fit if he lamed before the race. Hurting million dollar racehorses was not the way to remain gainfully employed.
Darknessrising drew head-to-head. Sandersun pulled harder on the bit. God, this horse loved to run. Hoof beats melding with heartbeats. Power between my knees.
The dark bay surged ahead. So much for a controlled ride. Giving Sandersun his head, the stallion leapt forward, body stretching to the powerful stride which made him a champion.
Nearing the mile end, I pulled him in, cantering him cool. Susie did the same. At the next quarter-mile, we pulled to a walk, bumping fists and grinning like fools.
“I love the beach,” she laughed. “And riding.”
And I love you I thought, but didn’t say.
Exhilarated, we turned for home.