Opal and the Great Steeplechase Race

"This is a bad idea, Sam," Timothy began, pulling the cinch tight under Lucifer's belly. "He's not your horse, and if anything happens to him . . ."

"I don't need your help, mule man." Sam spit in the dirt.

"Sure." Timothy stepped away from the magnificent horse and walked to Opal. Taking a handful of mane in his hand, he swung up on her back easily. "Let's get going, then."

Sam gulped. "Come on, guys," he said, motioning his friends to take the reins as Lucifer tossed his head and rolled hi...