" Did you see which way he went?” I asked, casting my eyes across the field.
“No,” he answered finally. “I was too busy watching you fall.”
“I rode for a while before that,” I answered defensively. “We cleared two fences.”
“Is that normal for you?”
“What?”
“Riding without a saddle, full out, on a horse that obviously doesn’t want to be ridden?”
“He gave me his head . . . I thought he was ready. I was wrong.”
“He gave you his head?”
“Yeah . . . never mind. It’s horse speak. When a horse lets you control his head, pull it all the way back along his body, move it this way and that, he’s yours. But Lucky’s never been ridden. I needed to court him a little more.”
Moses’s lips were pursed and his eyebrows quirked and I thought for a minute he was going to laugh. I seemed to have that effect on him.
“Shut up,” I said.
He laughed, just as I predicted. “I didn’t say anything!”
“But you’re thinking it.”
“What am I thinking?”
“Something dirty. I can see it all over your face.”
“Nah. That’s not dirt. I’m just black.”
“Har, har. "

― Amy Harmon , The Law of Moses (The Law of Moses, #1)