"Derrick said, "You aren't driving a car. A horse is a living animal and can handle most of the details about how to go from one place to another. You... job is to let the horse know where you want to go."William watched Lucy ride the little horse around the corral.Derrick walked beside the horse just in case something happened.Having the two men watching over her allowed her to relax a little and she started enjoying being on the horse. She asked, "How did you give her the name Lady's Prize?" I. They are most dreadfully abused and one has even run off. That is no doubt as a consequence of ill treatment at the hands of Mr. Montfort's companions. I fear that more may follow her example and flee. Now then, I have been fair with you and explained what is afoot here. In turn, you must show me that you are up to it. You must demonstrate to me that you have the character that we require. If you doubt yourself, or if you doubt me, then you are free to leave and my responsibility to your. “Lieutenant, your wine.” Marilyn handed me my glass and set the bottle on the table beside me.I glanced at it briefly. About half the bottle was missing, which meant that my wife had already been sampling it. I smiled at her. “Been into the champagne already, have you?”She pouted and knelt in front of me. “You don’t mind, do you? Should I make it up to you?” Marilyn reached out and began fiddling with my belt.“Uh, yeah, yeah, that’s a good idea.” I was staring down at her. I must have seen her. Her old neighborhood hasn’t changed too much. She walks by old Mr. Brown’s orchard. He is using a spade to clear some obtrusive grass from the entrance. She stops and crouches down across from the old man. “Hey, Mr. Brown. Remember me? Tinsel?”He looks at her. She is wearing a tight red shirt and a very short skirt. She gives him a big smile. “Tinsel!” he says, remembering her. “I remember you. Look at you. You’re all grown up now.” Mr. Brown stands.Tinsel thinks of the time she was locked out.