Rosa and me, we know what we need to know. We know horses! ¡Sí! Los caballos. What else matters, eh, Caesar?” He twists the reins tighter in his sturdy brown hand.
“Yeah,” she agrees, “you know an awful lot.” A wry, lopsided grin crosses her face. “I saw you both practicing back there. Pretty cool, but scary. I thought somebody might die, ’specially Rosa! Those daredevil moves? Standing on horseback? Yikes! On one leg, even. Where’d you learn that stuff, anyway?” Admiration creeps into her voice. “Not to mention, don’t you get, um, scared? You know, riding so fast in circles?” She pauses to look at the ground and shudders. She can’t see him grin behind her. “Seriously, Rico. I can’t believe Rosa didn’t fall. I’d be in a body cast, for sure.”
Rico coughs into his shoulder, trying to stifle a laugh. “Gauchos (skilled horse riders) are not scared of los caballos,” he scoffs. He steers Caesar down a narrow side street. “It is in our bones and blood to ride a horse. Man and beast, we are as one.”
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