“I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking me to our new homestead. I leaned down and patted Trouble’s neck. “Good boy,” I said. “Trusty steed.” LoveRelationshipsDatingYoung Adult FictionTeen FictionHorsesYa FictionWyomingGlass GirlLaura Anderson KurkMeg KavanaghHenry WhitmireHorseback RidingTrail Riding Book:Glass Girl Source: Glass Girl