Mandy Retzlaff - One Hundred and Four Horses

One Hundred and Four Horses

A family forced to run

The horses they had to save

An epic journey to freedom

MANDY RETZLAFF

William Collins

An imprint of HarperCollins Publishers 77–85 Fulham Palace Road London W6 8JB www.harpercollins.co.uk

First published in Great Britain

by William Collins in 2013

Text © 104 Horses Ltd, 2013

The author asserts her moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

Cover photographs (posed by a model) © Lara Wernet/NA/Novarc/Corbis (woman and horse); Panoramic Images/Getty Images (tree).

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Source ISBN: 9780007477555

Ebook Edition © AUGUST 2013 ISBN: 9780007477579

Version: 2014-08-22

This book is dedicated to all our beautiful horses, and especially to those no longer with us— may their spirits run free .

Set a beggar on horseback, and he’ll outride the devil.

—GERMAN PROVERB

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Title Page One Hundred and Four Horses A family forced to run The horses they had to save An epic journey to freedom MANDY RETZLAFF

Copyright William Collins An imprint of HarperCollins Publishers 77–85 Fulham Palace Road London W6 8JB www.harpercollins.co.uk First published in Great Britain by William Collins in 2013 Text © 104 Horses Ltd, 2013 The author asserts her moral right to be identified as the author of this work. Cover photographs (posed by a model) © Lara Wernet/NA/Novarc/Corbis (woman and horse); Panoramic Images/Getty Images (tree). A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this ebook on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. Find out more about HarperCollins and the environment at www.harpercollins.co.uk/green Source ISBN: 9780007477555 Ebook Edition © AUGUST 2013 ISBN: 9780007477579 Version: 2014-08-22

Dedication This book is dedicated to all our beautiful horses, and especially to those no longer with us— may their spirits run free .

Epigraph Set a beggar on horseback, and he’ll outride the devil. —GERMAN PROVERB

Prologue

Ten Years Earlier

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Mozambique

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Epilogue

Picture Sections

About the Publisher

THEY SET OUT as night was falling, but it is almost dawn and there has been no sign of my husband or our horses.

I stand on the wide veranda of the old colonial farmhouse, trying to make out shapes in the early morning gloom. Before Pat left, he told me to get some sleep, but he has done this before—midnight missions to rustle our own horses off land we no longer own—and I know how it goes. Tonight, there is no way I can close my eyes. Whenever I do, all I see are images of the terrible things that might be happening, even now: my husband, so near to me, yet surrounded by men who might block the roads and build up barricades to stop him from getting out. Consumed by thoughts like that, I can do nothing but wait.

It is September 2002, and it has been only twelve hours since the Land Rover arrived at the gates of Biri Farm, our home in Zimbabwe, southern Africa, for the past nine months. Biri Farm stands ten kilometers across the veld from where I now stand, but it might as well be in another world.

Once the Land Rover was gone, Albert handed me a letter. We had, the letter said, only four hours to leave Biri Farm. If we dared to remain, we would lose everything: our horses, our worldly possessions, even our lives. By government decree, Biri Farm was no longer a safe haven.

Now I stand in the eerie chill before dawn, wondering what has taken my husband so long. The farmhouse behind me belongs to Nick Swanepoel, a good friend and neighbor. So far, his farm, Avalon, has been safe from the chaos spreading like cancer across our beautiful country of Zimbabwe. He has agreed to shelter us for the night, to take in our herd of horses until we can spirit them to a new home, and the farmhouse is piled high with all the boxes we managed to rescue from Biri. Somewhere in there, my mother is sleeping too, barely able to comprehend the madness that has become our lives.