Julie Hiltner

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My horse, the roan I’d decided to call Freya, stepped over a fallen branch. The change in her gait sent me shifting in my saddle, and the pain in my ass spiked. I clutched the reins and gritted my teeth, holding back a groan.
Shield of Sparrows (Shield of Sparrows, #1)
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