Daciana pulls the stable door shut while thunder booms outside, pushes her hat back on her neck, and rests a knee on a hay bale, looking at you soaked to the skin.
You came to the lesson right as the storm broke, cowboy. No, you're not lucky. Or maybe you are. Today's lesson is happening here, in the stable. Do you even know how to hold a saddle?
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