Jane Mitchell grapples with the challenge of balancing her burgeoning dressage career with the demands of starting college at North Carolina State. As she considers accepting a spokesperson role for an equine rescue organization, Jane faces opposition from her father and boyfriend, Cory, who question her ability to manage both commitments, prompting her to reflect on her priorities and the sacrifices required to pursue her passion for riding.

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 ~ The tall black horse’s coat glistened in the sun as his knees bent under him and his belly hit the dirt. A grunt burst from his lips as his hind end flopped against the ground. He groaned as he rolled onto his back, spindly legs waving in the air. Throwing them from side to side, he wiggled his spine into the turf, rubbing his neck back and forth. With a twist, his hooves clicked together and toppled down with a thud. Releasing a mighty breath, his muscles went slack and his body was motionless.

“Windsong!” I called. My chin rested on my arms as I leaned on the gate. “Couldn’t you stay clean for five minutes? I just finished bathing you.”

The black head rose slightly and one eye opened lazily. Then, he settled back onto the warm earth. Nap time, I guess.

I know how he felt. I sunk into the grass, stretching my legs out and sighing heavily. I pulled the folded letter from my pocket and read it for the twentieth time. Closing my eyes, I let my shoulders fall back, weeds tickling my neck. ~ Excerpt from Dance from the Heart