Intellivore - Diane Duane
Chapter One
JEAN-LUC PICARD was out riding. The horse was not his usual mount, but a big bay gelding named Rollo, a soft-mouthed, even-tempered creature. For this ride, the horse would have to be.
It was the third leg of his ride, now, the third day in the saddle, and his muscles were beginning to complain at a strain to which they had become unaccustomed. Sloppy of me, he thought, to let myself get so far out of trim. But we’re sorting that out now! As he reined in again, catching his brea ...