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“I stopped to look at the photos along one wall. A girl, maybe six, sat triumphantly on a pony. Then the same girl in full Western regalia a couple of years later riding in a show ring, rope cinching around the neck of a desperate calf, the girl intense. More photos at rodeos; now a teen, roping; navigating barrels on her horse; standing next to a trophy her height, beaming. Suddenly a young woman caught midflight on her mount, jumping a gate in an equestrian competition, looking very Zara Phillips in her white breeches, ascot and riding crop; atop a podium, the captain of her equestrian team; riding in a parade, her mount rearing for the camera. And finally, the woman— her show coat and riding helmet abandoned for jeans and jacket, in the saddle, bent forward over the surging horse, his black mane blown back, the blurred landscape behind making it look like they were going a hundred miles an hour. ”