This strange piercing pain must be what Glenn had called a "stitch" in the side, something common to novices on horseback.

Carley could have screamed.

She pulled the mustang to a walk and sagged in her saddle until the pain subsided.

What a blessed relief! Carley had keen sense of the difference between riding in Central Park and in Arizona.

She regretted her choice of horses.
Spillbeans was attractive to look at, but the pleasure of riding him was a delusion.