But Shadow refused to move.
Rory was about to lose it. “What’s in there that you want? There’s only bridles and saddles in there.”
Shadow snorted and nodded his head.
Surely the horse wasn’t trying to tell Rory that that’s what he wanted. No, that was stupid. “You want me to ride you? Escape?” Rory’s voice cracked. He’d never ridden Shadow. The stallion wouldn’t let anyone but Barry do that.
More snorting, nodding, and kicking of the tack room door.
“I must be fucking crazy,” Rory said, shaking his head but nevertheless opening the tack room door. “Either that or desperate.” He sniffed. “Probably both.” Picking up Shadow’s saddle, Rory showed it to the horse, who’d stuck his head through the door. “You sure about this?”
There was more snorts and head nodding from Shadow.
“This isn’t happening,” Rory kept saying under his breath, but fearing someone could come along at any minute and find him, he worked quickly to get Shadow ready.