AS SOON AS Pressman landed over the brick wall jump on the outside line, Cory snapped her head around, searching out the last combination of fences on the show course—the triple. Three huge oxers loomed across the entire diagonal length of the indoor arena. She’d practiced this type of combination at home, and she knew he could do it, but now they looked so much bigger. Show nerves. Everyone was watching. But like Vee had told her, galloping around a course of big fences on top a thousand pounds of horse thrust is no time to be grappling with a case of nerves.
Three huge jumps across the diagonal, a change of lead, one small vertical, and she’d be through the course. She’d gone clear so far—no faults. Pressman was jumping like a machine.
She held her breath as she turned the corner and the jumps loomed in front of her. They were impossibly huge, and coming up fast.
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