Chapter 6

“We’ll see.” Papa winked at him, and George gave a wriggle. “I’ll meet you at the stable afterward. Oh, and take Sunrise with you. She started to favor her off front leg a mile or so back.” He dismounted and tapped her right shoulder. Obediently, she bent her leg. “Yep, just what I thought. She’s thrown a shoe. The blacksmith will have to replace it. I’d like him to take a look at her hoof, too.”

“To make sure she hasn’t hurt it?” George reached down and caught up her reins.

“Yes. Smart boy.” Papa patted his knee and gave him an additional coin. “For the shoe. Now get going.”

“Yes, sir.” George tapped his heels against Nightfall’s sides, and the black gelding broke into an easy, ground-eating walk. George didn’t want to put any stress on Sunrise’s hoof with its missing shoe.

No one was lingering outside the Diamond Garter as George rode past, but he heard the sound of a piano and laughter coming from the open door.