[Dark Saint Alaick]

"No damage," the girl replied. "Senator is clumsy enough at jumping, but no matter what happens he always lights on his feet."
"Ride down a bit," said the man. "There's an easy way out just below."
She moved off in the direction he indicated, her horse picking his way among the loose boulders in the wash bottom.
"Mother says he's part cat," she remarked. "I wish he could jump like the Apache!"
The man stroked the glossy neck of his own mount.
"He never will," he said. "He's afraid. The Apache is absolutely fearless; he'd go anywhere I'd ride him. He's been mired with me twice, but he never refuses a wet spot; and that's a test, I say, of a horse's courage."
They had reached a place where the bank was broken down, and the girl's horse scrambled from the wash.
"Maybe he's like his rider," suggested the girl, looking at the Apache; "brave, but reckless."
"It was worse than reckless," said the man. "It was asinine. I shouldn't have led you over the jump when I know how badly Senator jumps."