Firefly continued to clip-clop on the spot, humming in anger.
"Not satisfied?" Lincoln's face was sullen.
Firefly instantly lowered his head and even gently touched Lincoln with his head, as if he was replying, "Yes!"
Zayla saw Firefly, like a lackey, trying to please Lincoln. She could not help but laugh.
She wondered why the horse was so loyal to Lincoln.
Then, Lincoln stepped on the stirrup and sat directly behind Zayla.
His chest was only a few inches away from her back, and they were too close.
Zayla wanted to lean forward, but Lincoln had held her hand as well as the reins in her hand.
"Sit tight. I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the route first."
He did not give Zayla a chance to dismount or to speak.
Lincoln lightly clamped the horse's belly, and Firefly slowly walked forward...
TheOne Horse Ranch was world-class, and it naturally could accommodate a horse-racing competition.