Chapter 17

He reached for the horse, wrapped both arms around its neck, and squeezed. “Well, hello to you, too. And you’re welcome.”

“Step in?” Duke asked, following him when Bryson did. He wheeled the door closed behind them. Duke did a review of the stall, adding water to the small trough, kicking corners and seams of the door, feeling and sniffing the hay and doing the same to the grain before putting some in the feed bucket. Beau immediately nosed him out of the way and started eating. Appetite, at least, didn’t seem to be an issue. For a couple of minutes, Duke had to wrestle-sneak-cajole Beau into giving him space to put the halter on his face.

Finally, Duke came back to Bryson and looked down at him. “Can you bend in that gear?”

Bryson frowned. “Of course I can bend. What the fuck do you think?”