Jessica smiled, grooming the mare harder where there was no wounds, and softer where there were some. "When's the last time someone groomed you, pretty?" she asked.
Jake grabbed his bridle, heading back out to his gelding. Letting himself into the stallion's stall, waiting for the blue roan to take the bit. Trouble tossed his head, but took the bit, standing still as Jake did the throat-latch on the black bridle.
(Uh, the horses for sale would be in the barn, no horses stay in trailers....)
Jake grabbed his bridle, heading back out to his gelding. Letting himself into the stallion's stall, waiting for the blue roan to take the bit. Trouble tossed his head, but took the bit, standing still as Jake did the throat-latch on the black bridle.
(Uh, the horses for sale would be in the barn, no horses stay in trailers....)













