You know how I've been sharing random future Dartmoor tidbits on Facebook? Unfortunately, this one has a whole multi-part story attached.
The gate
closed with a loud clang behind them, and Rally settled with a quiet snort;
ready, but calm, like the good boy he was. Violet stroked his neck and
readjusted her position in the saddle; reached down to set her toes more firmly
in the stirrups.
