Sie war 25 Jahre alt und ihr Körper war hervorragenddurchtrainiert.Sie war stolz auf ihre Leistungen und hatte sich dadurch den Respektaller erworben... was sie aber auch äußerst selbstsicher machte. Dazu kamnoch ihr Aussehen. Sie war 180 cm groß, um die Hüften vielleicht etwaszu kräftig, aber es war festes Fleisch. Die Beine waren aufregend langund wohlproportioniert. Auch ihren Oberkörper brauchte sie nicht zuverstecken, was ihr allerdings in der regulären Uniform einige Mühenbereitete. Das. His tiny grandmother Axminister, red-faced Aunt Hester who always smelled of camphor, his maiden aunt who was called Miss Vidy, and his mother were knitting at his house. He could hear the needles clicking. Annie sat on a stool playing with her doll. Seth crouched back in a corner, watching and listening. All the women were saying nasty things to his mother about Robert. About how he had gone and joined the Black Republicans and about how stupid he was to get captured and how inconsiderate he. "What?" I asked."You don't want to know."She was right. I didn't. I didn't ask. We rode in silence until I finally broke it."So a quarter horse?"Sara brightened back up. "He's sorrel." Sorrel?" I asked."His color." She shook her head as if she couldn't understand my ignorance.I saw the sign and pointed at it. She became excited.I parked and followed Sara to the stables. She opened up a door and entered.Flower Garden was a good looking horse I had to admit. A brownish-red coat with white on his. The college she had applied and been accepted to was just about 10 miles away from the homestead, so staying with her grandfather suited Janine just fine. She could find a part time on campus to help him with bills and groceries. She was just getting things in her comfy bedroom just the way she wanted them and had hung the last of the clothes in the closet when Janine heard someone at the front door. Dressed in denim cut offs and a mid drift t-shirt she went to answer it since her.