Maggie is living on a farm in the backwoods of Alabama raising her horses and trying to survive when she is approached by a man looking for a horse act, she and her horses go on the road with the circus meeting new people and having new experiences including meeting the beautiful Ariana. What would a hick have in common with the sophisticated woman she meets? Is it possible they have a future?
Ariana is everything a woman in depression era America would want to be, sophisticated, worldly, and beautiful. What could she possibly see in the hard-working Maggie whose whole world revolves around her ‘babies’ the magical horses she has trained?
Genre: FICTION / Action & AdventureThis book sold very well. Horses and women are very popular.
CHAPTER ONE
As he watched from the corner of the barn, he was amazed as the six horses played and gallivanted around the woman. They were pawing at the ground, snorting and making mock challenges against each other and her, pretending to charge her only to pull up at the last minute, ever conscious of the human’s frailty compared to their massive strength. It was enchanting, it was a dance, and it was silly and beautiful all at the same time. The man watched as the horses, despite their vast size, behaved like puppy dogs.
He knew the minute they sensed him or saw him, because one by one, they pulled up and looked at him suspiciously, sentinels protecting their human. They were magnificent with their heads held high and their nostrils flaring, trying to catch his scent on the wind, black guardians with the sun reflecting off their sweaty and shiny flanks. She only became aware of him as her six steeds stopped their playing and all stood guard around her, an intimidating spectacle if he hadn’t seen them cavorting minutes ago.
“Can I help you?” she called from between the massive beasts as she wove between them and looked over their backs to see him clearly.
“I’m looking for Maggie? Maggie O’Malley?” he called in return across the paddock and approached the fence. The horses shifted marginally. He felt sure if he made any gesture they found offensive towards the woman, they would come to her defense in a heartbeat. He studied the woman, sure he had found who he had been told about. She was dressed in masculine dungarees, a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up on the arms, the sweat visible in the V of the shirt, and well-worn, down-at-the-heel boots. Her hair was cut unwomanly short like a man’s and was as black as her horses’ long manes.
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Translated by Sandra Martínez
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