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“You’ve really never been around horses?”
“I’ve seen the mounted police in Golden Gate Park but that’s about it.”
Megan just shook her head as she led them from the porch over toward the corral of lazing horses. “I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know how to ride. I apparently started riding in Mom’s sling when I was about eight weeks old.”
“I sometimes think I was raised on the witness stand.” Her nanny had probably decorated her crib with successful Wu and Wu court rulings.
“No one here but us horses.” As Megan approached the split-rail fence, the horses shook off the somnambulance and bobbed their way over.
The police horses had always looked big, but she’d never had reason to be close to one. Andrea had never connected that the horses were so much bigger than she was. Their
