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I couldn’t help a laugh. “The horse isn’t faulty. She’s just not well trained yet.”
“Well, why didn’t you tell me that?”
“Why did you think you were ready to go riding by yourself in the middle of the night when you’ve gone riding exactly one time in your life?”
“Because you said that it makes you feel better. When you can’t sleep and you just want some nature, you like to go riding. I couldn’t sleep, and I thought it would help me.”
“Why couldn’t you sleep?”
“Because of you and Brittany.”
“Me and Brittany?” I sat down on the ground next to her and cradled her head into my lap. “What are you talking about?”
“You left to be with Brittany because you love her.”
“Okay, I’m really confused now. What?”
“Brittany came when you left this afternoon. She told us you went to go pack up your stuff so that you could take her on some sort of romantic date or something.”
“Brittany did what? The fuck!” I shouted. “Oh my God, that bitch is getting on my last nerve.”
Now it was Olivia’s turn to look confused. “Why did you call Brittany a bitch?”
“Because she’s a bitch, obviously. That fucking liar.”
“She lied? But you disappeared.”
“There was an accident on the ranch. I had to go right away. I’d been talking with her right when I got the call. I asked her to go to the back to tell you and the others that I had to go tend to an emergency and that I’d be back later. Of course we weren’t running off into the sunset together.” I shook my head. “Do you really think I would do that, Olivia?”
“I don’t know.” She sniffled. “I thought you fell in love with her again and wanted her back.” She was sobbing now. “My leg hurts.”
“Oh, darling,” I said and moved her head slightly onto the ground. “I’m going to feel your legs, and we’re going to see if anything’s broken or sprained. Okay?”
“Oh my gosh. Why did this happen to me?”
“Because you didn’t listen to me.”
“I’m so fed up with this place.”
“What does that mean?”
“I want to go home.”
“Why?”
“Because of you and Brittany.”
“But she lied, Olivia. I just told you that.”
“Well, because . . . I don’t know. I just can’t deal with this anymore.”
“You can’t deal with what anymore?”
“This just hurts too much, Beau. I don’t know if I’m coming or going with you. You’re hot and you’re cold.”
“I’m sorry. That’s why I wanted to talk to you this afternoon,” I said. She winced as I touched her ankle. “You’ve either got a fracture or a sprain. Let’s hope it’s a sprain. I’m going to hold you up, and we’ll see if you can walk on it.”
She sobbed again. “It hurts. Can you give me a couple of minutes to just lie here?”
