Rita leaned forward till her long hair fell upon the neck of the beautiful little horse she was riding, and looked with all her eyes. Ni-ha-be sat perfectly still in her silver-mounted saddle, although her spirited mustang pony pawed the ground and pulled on his bit as if he were in a special hurry to go on down the side of the mountain.…
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