Chapter 11

“Not that I would know how a horse threatens someone,” Bryson mumbled. He reached for the horse, stroking its neck the way he’d done before, and when the horse allowed it, Bryson chuckled. “You were laughing at me again, weren’t you?”

The horse shook its head, a definitive “no,” but even as it did, it blew a raspberry, then clapped its lips in a way that could only have been a counter against that “no.”

“Yeah, I’m hilarious. The tumbling jelly-legged fool. At least, so I’ve heard.” He continued to stroke the horse’s strong, long neck. “What are you still doing in here anyway? Did Duke forget about you?”

The horse’s ears twitched at the name and Bryson grinned. “Ah, you do know him. Well, don’t be embarrassed. I, too, twitch when I hear his name and I just met him.”