behave.” She wasn’t sure if she was talking to her son or her friend.
Later on that day, after spending an hour or so in town with Brady and Molly, Johnny returned to the Double Bar C Ranch and approached Storm’s stall. Already he heard the horse’s high-pitched whinnies and the sound of his kicking at the wooden slats.
By the time he opened the stall and peered in, the animal had calmed down. As much as Storm ever calmed down.
The horse stopped, but blew through his nostrils as he tapped his hoof on the straw floor, then he danced backward. Finally the ritual stopped, but those midnight-black eyes still regarded Johnny with suspicion.
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