The parking lot that served the stable was empty, no doubt due to the inclement weather. I steered the Jaguar into a spot close to the path that led to the stable, switched off the ignition and grabbed the carrots, and got out of the car. A chill breeze whipped a scattering of raindrops into my face, and I raised my collar, tucked my chin into it, and hurried up the path.
Other than random snorts, snuffles, and hoofs pawing the straw-covered floor, it was quiet in the stable, and warm. As I approached Testament’s stall, his head appeared over the half door.
“Hello, boy.” I broke a carrot in two and offered half to him on the flat of my palm, then caught his halter and tugged him close. “Did you miss your ride this morning?” I rubbed his forehead and laughed when he thrust his head against my chest, demanding the rest of the carrot. “You’ll have to share with Victory and Kathy Thorn.”