The Irish Spitfire

A PEEK INSIDERory’s heart stopped for a second, then leaped into his throat and stuck there. His eyes couldn’t believe the scene that lay out in front of him. A small slight girl with long hair flying out behind her was galloping full stride on a spectacular dark stallion across the grass flat track with four, giant hounds racing beside her. The sun reflected off her golden red hair, making it shimmer like liquid gold. She rode like she was part of the magnificent horse she was on; you could tell they were linked together with a bond that was unusual. Rory gasped; he saw a dark blur in the sky dive straight down at the horse and rider then level off to fly beside them. My god, what is that hawk doing? Is he going to attack the girl? He couldn’t take his eyes away; she easily took a tall log jump then galloped up a steep incline to jump a brush with multiple logs, one stride after reaching the top. He realized he was holding his breath. He released it with a whoosh. She cleared the brush, then galloped headlong down the other side over a drop jump at the bottom. The hawk is still with her, it’s as if he knows her. Bree opened her horse’s stride even more. She jumped a large imposing stone wall, then eight more difficult cross country jumps down the valley. She doesn’t have a protective helmet on, MY GOD. He grabbed Egan’s arm when she gracefully brought her knees up on the saddle, then rose to her feet. She cantered along, standing on the saddle as if on a Sunday ride. “My Lord, Egan. Who is she? I can’t believe my eyes!”Egan laughed, “You like what you saw? Her name is Bree she’s Patrick O’Malley’s adored, adopted daughter. She is as wild as the wind, loves all animals, and as you witnessed an exceptional rider. Patrick, Bree, Michael and Shannon O’Malley have established a non-profit rehabilitation foundation for injured and impaired children or adults. It’s called Rehab with Horses.”