Standing in the stirrups and leaning forward over her horse’s neck, Nell burst from the rainforest. She ignored the scratches on her arms from the bushes. This was her first chance in two years. She was going to beat Sam to the end of the beach.
She glanced back and grinned. He was nowhere in sight. Urging Shrewdy faster, her hands relaxed on the reins and she kicked the mare on. All she had to do was get through the soft, deep sand onto the waterline’s hard, packed sand and no horse, not even one ridden by Sam could catch them.
About twenty metres from the forest, she glanced back again.
Sam, on his brown pony, moved like the wind.
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