He turned Quinn onto the riverbank path, and then felt his horse tense under him as they passed the stepping stones that led to the old watermill.
"Not today, boy." Rupert sat deeper in the saddle as Quinn tried to snatch at the reins. "We can have a proper gallop tomorrow if I'm less tired."
He let the horse walk forward a few paces, then pushed him into a gentle trot followed by a controlled canter. The wind caught in his hair, waking him up and tempting him to push Quinn to go faster. Then he saw a figure ahead of them on the path.
As he slowed to a walk, Rupert saw that it was Linda Jenkins who was walking towards him.
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