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Never mind the stallion, IвЂ™ve got something else to show you.вЂќ Thomas steered Whitney toward the opposite entrance to the stable where another stable boy was leading-or being led by-a magnificent chestnut gelding with four snowy white feet. George there tried to back him off a fence with it last week and nearly ended up making the acquaintance of his Creator. Quickly tucking the crop behind him with an apologetic look at the sweating stableboy, Thomas explained to Whitney, вЂњThis animal hates the sight of the crop. вЂњMaster Thomas, could you put that crop behind you?вЂќ Easy,вЂќ gasped one of the struggling stableboys. Gets himself all worked up over something, and heвЂ™ll charge like heвЂ™s half bull.вЂќ Thomas raised his crop to point to another stall and the frenzied horse tripled his efforts to break free. One day you think heвЂ™s ready to give in and start responding, the next heвЂ™ll try to rub you off on the fences. вЂњBut most of the time he tries to break the rider. вЂњAnd a right fitting name for him, too.вЂќДЄlready Whitney could feel those splendid muscles flexing beneath her. вЂњDangerous Crossing,вЂќ announced Thomas proudly.

The stallion was a flurry of movement, shaking and tossing his head, rearing the few inches off the ground that the slack in the ropes allowed. At the end of the corridor, two men were attempting to soothe a magnificent black stallion who was crosstied, while a third tried to trim his hooves. IвЂ™ve something to show you.вЂќ Wonderful smells of oil and leather welcomed Whitney as she stepped into the cool stable, blinking to adjust to the dim light. вЂњWhat on earth do we do with all those horses?вЂќ

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вЂњI canвЂ™t believe how full the stable is,вЂќ she said after they had exchanged greetings. Thomas had been her girlhood confidant and a sympathetic witness to some of her most infamous outbursts of temper and unhappiness. Whitney swung around, beaming at the ramrod-straight figure of Thomas, her fatherвЂ™s head groom. вЂњStill talking to horses, I see,вЂќ chuckled a voice behind her. вЂњYou must be Passing Fancy,вЂќ she said to the beautiful bay mare as she stroked her satiny neck. A brass nameplate was bolted to each door, and Whitney stopped at the last stall on the corner, glancing at the name on the plate. Behind the track, hills rolled gently at first, dotted with oak and sycamore trees, then became steeper, ending in a densely wooded rise along the northeast boundary of the property.ДЄs Whitney approached the stable, she was amazed to see that every stall along this side was occupied.

In the distance a newly whitewashed fence stretched in a broad oval, marking the boundary of the timing track where her grandfather used to test the speed of his horses before deciding which to take to the races. Halfway there, Whitney stopped to let her gaze rove appreciatively over the lovely, familiar landscape. A wide, overhanging roofline provided shade and protection to the buildingвЂ™s equine occupants. Twenty stalls ran the length of the building on both sides.

The stable where the horses were kept was situated down a path and off to the left, screened from view of the main house by a tall boxwood hedge. Each time, she firmly thrust the notion aside.

While Clarissa helped her into a chic turquoise riding habit, WhitneyвЂ™s traitorous mind suggested again and again that she pay a morning call on Paul.

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Whitney threw open the windows and inhaled the wonderful fresh country air.

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