Chapter 43

“She’s got good breath to her chest. She’s a little thick through the girth, though.” He ran a hand over her barrel. “Hmm.”

“What is it, Papa?”

“I think she may be in foal.” He ran a firm hand over her side again. “Late fall or early winter, I’d say.”

“Then we got two horses for the price of one, Papa?”

“It looks like we did.”

Olivia clapped her hands, and Tom smiled at her.

She was such a sweet girl.

He rubbed the mare’s neck, then smoothed her mane. “Come along, Bella. We’re taking you home.” 19

George knew a number of boys at the academy he attended, boys he’d say hello to or smile at, but none that he was interested in pursuing a friendship with.

He’d talked to Papa about it.

“They’re acquaintances, Georgie, and that’s fine. Don’t let it worry you.”

“But—”