“Decades of experience. Dumb luck. Let’s go.” Turning my head, I get one last glimpse of the river. Dad, if you’re out there, please help me survive this. I take a deep breath and head for Cash and his waiting horse. “You pick a black horse to match your soul?” “You wanna know if I ride like the devil?” He shifts, angling his hips toward me. “Get in the saddle and find out. Grab the reins in your left hand, then put that hand on the pommel.” “I don’t have much choice, do I?” Rolling my eyes, I do as he tells me. “Something tells me Satan’s got nothing on you.” “Aren’t you lucky, then? Now put
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