Chapter 69

Once he had the bit in Bella’s mouth and the bridle buckled, Steve took the blanket from George and smoothed it over Bella’s back. Then he took the saddle. He felt George’s gaze on him as he swung the saddle in place and tightened the girth. All the while he spoke softly to the mare. With a final pat to her flank, he gathered up the reins and stepped into the saddle.

He kept in mind George’s words and made sure his hands were gentle but firm on the reins as he put the mare through her paces.

Twenty minutes later, he patted her neck and gave a satisfied nod. “She’s a good animal.”

“You handle her well.”

“Thank you. I was raised on a horse farm in Kentucky.” He gave a wry grin. “My people were abolitionists,” he added in hopes it would explain why he’d stayed in the Union army rather than joining the Confederacy. “The price?”