And oh, how he wished he were a brown rider!

The brown rider was too used to taking orders to argue.

"And that is when we are going to, brown riders."

Clisser shook himself to attention and smiled up at the brown rider.

The brown rider knew it was not directed at himself, so he rarely took offense.

He wasn't at all like the other bronze and brown riders in her "bunch."

The quiet syllable was almost a challenge to the brown rider.

Not that he was any different from many bronze and brown riders.

In eight seconds the green, blue, and brown riders rejoined the others.

The brown rider swung her forward so she could slide down the brown's shoulders.