I knew the road well enough of course for I had been there often enough with Albert, and indeed I loved going there because there were always other horses to meet and people to see. Once in the lane he mounted Zoey swiftly and we trotted up the hill and into the village. He must have known that I would follow old Zoey, for he roped me up to her saddle and led us both quietly out of the yard down the track and over the bridge. All the while I noticed that Albert’s father was speaking in a hushed voice and looking around him like a thief. I went with him because Zoey was out there looking back over her shoulder at me and I was always happy to go anywhere and with anyone as long as she was with me. TYING A LONG rope to the halter he walked me out of the stable.
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