“Here, you can have his saddle, too.” The owner had suddenly stuffed a County dressage saddle into Emma’s trailer. “I’m never buying a Thoroughbred again, and this saddle definitely won’t fit what I want.”
At the last moment she also threw in his bridle and New Zealand blanket. Emma couldn’t believe her luck: her budget was extremely tight. Bank tellers don’t earn a fortune and being given those extra items saved her a ton of money.
When Wisdom walked straight up the ramp into the unfamiliar trailer, his ex-owner exclaimed peevishly, “He’s always been a toadabout loading!”
Emma forced a smile. “Well, now you don’t have to deal with him anymore.”
“Good riddance!” was the seller’s parting shot to Wisdom.
Emma drove away, looking forward to giving him a home with clearly much needed TLC.
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The grey gelding quickly settled into Blakewell Stables. The barn was only three miles from Emma’s cottage, and the other boarders were mainly event riders like herself.