She watched as Kenya was led through the gaping mouth of the horse-van. She gritted her teeth, determined not to show any emotion.The two men from the equine transport company heaved the ramp shut and clanged the bolts into place.Kenya was just a horse, after all, she told herself.‘Right,’ one of the men said, approaching Ginny. ‘We’ll be on our way then.’ Ginny looked at Kenya’s copper-coloured rump shifting above the closed ramp. She was a horse trainer. Horses would come, horses would go.‘Okay.’ She longed to ask where Kenya was headed for. What treachery did Mark intend to inflict with her and on whom? The van growled into life.‘She a good traveller?’ the man asked.Ginny nodded. A lump swelled in her throat. They were her business, not her pets.‘Good, good. Cheery-bye,’ he waved and jogged back to the van. He hopped into the passenger side and the van swayed out of Ravenhill’s car park.Ginny swallowed and turned away. Kenya was gone. Hopefully that meant Mark was too.
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