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" 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)
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" Georgie Porgie puddin’ and pie. Kissed the boys and made them cry. What kind of name is Georgia?”
“My great-great grandma was Georgia. The first Georgia Shepherd. My dad calls me George.”
“Yeah. I’ve heard him. That’s just nasty.”
I felt my temper rise in my cheeks, and I really wanted to spit on him from where I sat atop my horse, looking down on his neatly shorn, well-shaped head. He glanced up at me and his lips twitched, making me even angrier.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not trying to be mean. But George is a terrible name for a girl. Hell, for anyone who isn’t the King of England.”
“I think it suits me,” I huffed.
“Oh, yeah? George is the name for a man with a stuffy, British accent or a man in a white, powdered wig. You better hope it doesn’t suit you.”
“Well, I don’t exactly need a sexy name, do I? "
― Amy Harmon , The Law of Moses (The Law of Moses, #1)