
Michaela waited for the gunshot that would signal the beginning of the race. Her Arabian mare, Athena, pawed at the ground but held her position.
They had been training together for this cross-country race for weeks, and now all that practice was going to pay off. She knew it as surely as Athena knew what to do when the gun went off. Michaela had scouted the route ahead of time so she would know every bend, every rise, every dip. These scenes flashed through her mind in succession. Her heart was already pounding.
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