The carriage could only clop along at about ten miles per hour, which only accentuated Imogene’s excitement. She urged it onward: "Fly, horse, fly!
I’ve lived in this world a long time, and you can’t change what you like, even if you’d want to.
Jackson watched in amazement that she had convinced the driver to handle the vehicle in such a way. Tourists began taking pictures of Imogene, standing tall in the seat while the driver guided the hor...
She’d known for years that good things didn’t last, that loved ones went away and dreams were as easy to reach as the stars in the sky.
