To keep himself busy, Rafael wandered further into the barn. The place stank. The stalls showed signs of having been chewed on and kicked at by desperate, scared, and nervous inhabitants. If his girls were here, he planned to have the vet out immediately to check them over. Their well-being was of the utmost importance to him. Rafael peered into one stall to find a muddied pony, its mane and tail scraggly and knotted with burrs. The poor soul was in need of food, hip bones clearly visible.
“And this is why I avoid places like this,” he said to the pony. Its ears flicked in his direction. “You’re all a sore sight and I want to take you home.”
“So do it,” Chad said, stepping up to his side. “Bet you can get him for a steal.”
“What use is a pony at a cattle ranch?”
“Get it for Pearl.”
Rafael narrowed his eyes. “So you are into her.”