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Dahlia fastened her hel and boosted her up He resized the stirrups to fit her and explained, “You see that horn on the saddle there?”

“Yeah” She nodded, picking up the reins

“He’s going to buck Expect it When he does, you grab that horn on the saddle Keep those reins tight and lean back to keep your balance You gotta show hiht?”

“I don’t like this,” her mother said firmly

“Hush, Marg, she’s fine,” her husband snapped

Behind Nash, his et hurt All you gotta do is trust him”

Nash’s chest war about what had happened with Clint this nant But the softness in her voice told hiardless of the fact that today hadn’t gone well

Fuck, he didn’t want to even think about horong today had gone

Staying on task, Nash focused on Dahlia, watching the deter in her expression She wanted to overcome this He wanted to help her “Got it?” he asked

She nodded “Got it”

He stepped back “Off you go in a trot, then”

Nash followed her, staying close in case she couldn’t handle a horse like this, though soly, the horse stopped in the corner and began backing up “Give him a little kick”

Dahlia clicked her tongue and kicked his sides He bucked She did exactly as Nash instructed, holding on tight and leaning back

“That’s right,” he called “Kick again” Sure, he couldout, but they needed to do this together or nothing would change

The horse bucked again