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“I wanted to see the horse. Never been close to one before.”
“Well you won’t be close to this one either. Stay back, okay. She’s pretty damn angry right now.”
I wanted her running wild for a few days to get it out of her system. No point in disrupting the other horses by locking her in the stables right away.
After about twenty minutes of wrestling with her, I managed to get the mare in the paddock but she was still wild and angry. She took off running in circles and eventually settled at the stable’s end. I watched for a minute until I felt a body next to mine.
“You weren’t kidding when you said that horse was angry. Who pissed him off…”
“Herand I did.” I looked down but Shore’s eyes were on the horse.
“So you’re not a fan favorite, I see.”
I chuckled. “Not with the ladies apparently.”
“What did you do?”
“I put her in that trailer and brought her here?”
“Why, if that’s not what she wanted?”
“Because she needs to be trained and if I don’t break her someone else will. Not everyone is nice about how they handle these types of horses.”
Her brows pinched as she looked up at me. “Is there a nice way to break a horse?”
“Actually, there is.”
“Doesn’t sound very nice.”
“It’s not as bad as you think. She’ll be fine, I’m good at what I do. Come on, I’ll get you settled at the house then I’ve got some stuff I need to get done before night falls. My day’s been thrown off a little but I might still be able to salvage some of it.”
She frowned but nodded, heading back to the truck. When she neared the door and I reached around her to open it she glanced at me but kept quiet, sliding into the cab, speaking once she was seated.
“You don’t have to open doors for me.”
I grinned, shrugging. “I assure you I do. Adel would have my ass if I didn’t.” I shut her in and found my way to the driver's side. Those expressive big brown eyes were waiting when I settled behind the steering wheel.
“Who’s Adel?”
“The woman who birthed and raised me.”
She grinned in a lazy manner. “So the cowboy’s a mama’s boy?”
I chuckled, glancing at her. “If by that you mean I love and respect her, then hell yeah but if you’re insinuating I don’t know shit about being my own man, you’d be absolutely wrong.”
“Hmmm.” She smiled smugly and continued staring out the window for the rest of the way to the house. I helped her out, grabbed her luggage, and let us inside, where she stood just a few feet beyond the door, jaw slackened and eyes wide and roaming.
“This is wow…” Her sights moved around the open floor plan cataloging the details then circled back to me. “All this comes from training horses?”
“My family comes from a long line of horse breeders. The most elite of breeders actually.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she lifted her gaze. “I know what elite is but what exactly does that mean in horse breeding?”
“We deal mostly with purebreds…” Before she could ask I explained. “That would be horses that have pure bloodlines. Arab, Thoroughbred, Orlov Trotter, Akhal-Teke. All demanding top dollar because they’re champion horses.”
“Those sound fancy.”
“They are and to answer your original question, horse breeding is a thirty billion dollar plus industry. This…” I motioned to the interior of my family’s home. “Is because we make up a good part of the money generated in the industry.”
