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Leslie and I were stowing our tack after riding class when Leslie said to me, right out loud, right in front of Gayle, “I hope we have plenty of people at the tournament tomorrow, Kat.”

I wanted to slap my hand over Leslie’s mouth.

What tournament?” Gayle asked, coming into the tack room, even though she didn’t have anything to put away.

The joust,” Leslie said. “You should come.”

It’ll be fun.” Leslie hung up her bridle. “It only costs $5.00 to enter, and they give out trophies. Except Kat and I never win anything but ribbons.”

I don’t ride for the ribbons,” I said to Leslie. I wished she’d never brought the subject up. I went out to get my pony’s saddle.

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