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MY horse. I remember when Zotz made me carry Viviana in the
desert. I was very grateful when I got Belleza to ride,” Bardala
said, starting to get upset.
“Easy does it...I have a plan. Look, there is something I want
to show you back in our room. I can show it to you while we’re
eating breakfast,” Tital said, trying to calm Bardala’s morning
nerves after the night before.
They returned to their room in the palace, and had a nice
breakfast set out for them of various local fruit, and roasted leg
of Morr. Tital searched in his backpack for a moment, and came
out with an iPad from the NorthFace pack.
“Okay, what is it you want me to see?” she said, touching the
colored screen with her index finger.
“Touch the icon for the Smithsonian Magazine. Now scroll
down until you see the March 2010 edition, then go to page 68.
What do you see?” asked Tital.
“I see an article written by Abigail Tucker called The Mustang
Mystique. It’s got photography by another woman, Melissa
Farlow. She’s as good as my mom. These pictures are powerful,”
she said.
“That’s right, now read the full article,” instructed Tital.
“WOW! I think I see where you are going with this idea.”
“And where is that?” prodded Tital.
Bardala closely read the numbers, and soon replied, “They
have thousands of unwanted horses in the United States, and we
could use some of them here.”
“Exactly! One plus one still equals two,” quipped Tital cryptically.
“Then, if we can call our horses to us by using the Spirits
portal, then we should be able to acquire some other horses.”