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A whoop or whistle had her chancing a glance over her shoulder

Like the devil riding out of hell, a horse raced right between the twothem aside

“Hold out your ar,” the rider shouted “Lucky will save you!”

The twocloser Her choices were clear: get run over and caught or leap on the horse behind the devil himself

Instinct, again, had her choosing the latter

Turning, she held out an aring one leg over the back of the saddle She’d leaped on behind her father more than once, way back when, before he’d left her with Smitty He’d been the one ht up until the end God rest his soul Unlike ates

“Hold on, darling,” the man in front of her shouted

The clop of hooves echoed against the bricks as the horse rounded the corner, entering the street Maddie wrapped both arht a gli their fists in the air

Laughter fro a touch of elation, Maddie shouted, “Are you?”

“Am I what?” the man asked in return

“Lucky?” She could use soo

“Hold on, and you’ll find out”

He took another corner, and then zigged and zagged down streets and up others, turning so many times she was dizzy, and lost, but Maddie kept her knees bent, legs out of his way as theit at a full run