Page 249 of Micah

“There you go.”

“I did it?”

“You did.”

“I feel...”

I look down.

“...very high up.”

He rests one forearm across the saddle, looking up at me.

“You are.”

“This horse has legs for days.”

“Daisy appreciates the compliment.”

I snort.

“You think you're funny.”

“I know I am.”

He hands me the reins.

“Loose grip.”

“Like this?”

“A little more relaxed.”

His hands close gently over mine.

Large.

Warm.

Steady.

He adjusts my fingers one at a time.

“There.”

His voice is low.

“Soften your shoulders.”

I don't realize how tense I am until he brushes his fingertips lightly across them.

“There you go.”

I exhale.

“Better?”

“So much.”