See, the flow's the thing. You know, we all got our swagger when we're on the block. Don't take no stuff from the fellas, profiling for the ladies. Well, same thing when I'm up on that horse. I got my moves and my horse got hers. It's the flow that first grabbed me. It sure wasn't what I expected. After what happened, me and my boy, Foster, were just trying to keep it all together. Especially me. I was messed up -- confused pretty bad -- but I couldn't tell anybody. Not Foster, not my family, nobody. Excerpted from Riding Chance by Christine Kendall All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.