An Acquired TasteChapter 5
It was high summer and Jamaker reined in the bay gelding from it’s gallop; bringing it to a halt on the green Downs overlooking the manor-house. Beyond the manor, just over in West Sussex, she could see the church-steeple of Harting; its’ weather-vane clearly glinting in the sunlight. As the horse stood recovering its wind, wonderment flooded through Jamaker; not only at the gorgeous view but also at the events that had bought her to this point in her life before her 15th birthday. Within...