"Wrong lead, Gina!" I called out over my shoulder to the rider on the bay. He used to be a nice horse. Heck, they'd all been nice horses.
"I know!" She huffed in return, waiting until they had landed after the oxer and lurched into a trot. "We can't do it any other way. Charlie's about to drop a leg."
There was that feeling in my stomach again, the mixture of pity and sadness each time we lost one. I'd had that feeling a lot lately as, one by one, The Change claimed its next victim.
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