At the World Championships, the reigning Olympic equestrian grand slam queen fell from a three-meter stone wall when her saddle girth was sliced — and the rider who cut it took her crown. She wakes instead in the body of a nineteen-year-old stable hand at a bankrupt Kentucky farm, with a brother to feed, debts closing in, and every ounce of her old muscle memory intact.
She pulls a wrecked horse off a slaughterhouse truck and starts riding the one discipline the elite abandoned: suspended, unprotected, no saddle to trust. The European alliance that owns the sport wants her gone before she reaches the big-money circuit. At the Wellington Grand Prix she must clear the same wall that killed her once — and bring proof of her own murder into the light.
