Chapter 7

Mr. Ike chuckled. “Well, okay then. I’ll adjust the stirrups, and you can try it out. Then I’ll take a look at the mare.”

“Okay.” George waited patiently while Mr. Ike made sure the stirrups were the right length for him. Once that was done, he gathered the reins into his left hand and gave Nightfall the signal to walk. George rode him out into the street and circled around a time or two before coming back into the stable.

“Comfortable enough?”

“Yes, sir!”

“I always did have a way with saddles.”

“You sure do! How’s Sunrise?”

“Her hoof’s fine, even though she’s been walking without that shoe for a bit.”

“Papa stopped riding her as soon as he realized something was wrong,” he said defensively.

“No offense intended, boy.” Mr. Ike put the mare’s foot down and patted her right shoulder. “It’ll take me a few minutes to fire up the forge, but once I replace the shoe, she’ll be right as rain.”

“Papa will be relieved to hear that.”