“I got Maria.” Goody gets back up on her horse. “Y’all stay here. I’ll be back in a jiff.” “Goody—” “Y’all stay, really. Don’t let a little mishap interrupt the tour.” Before I can protest, Goody digs her heels into her horse’s sides and sets off after Maria. I’m left stranded at the edge of a cliff with only one horse and the city girl from hell.
