Bokyung looked at Goodnight, then at his horse. Then, without a single word or warning, he dug his heels in against the mustang's sides and let the horse leap forward from a long walk into a speed, ground-chewing canter. They rode well, for all he was exhausted and the horse was thin. And, maybe, he was teasing a little bit.
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Date: 2016-11-17 04:37 am (UTC)