Lechance

Unwinding by horseriding was definitely the way to do it, thought Jonas to himself as he rode Ginger through town, Digger trotting alongside. Ginger had thankfully recovered extremely well from her bad experience the day the spiders had attacked the stables, the only visible sign a shiny pink scar on her left front leg.

"Mornin'," he called out to the person walking towards him.