“WHOO! Look at him go!” Jenn stood with her feet on the bottom run of the fence so she wouldn’t miss a second of the two horses as they played in their pen. Let her friends have their shopping and talk about boys all they wanted. She intended to watch the real beauties in her life until it was dinner timey.
The oldest horse, his coat a shining black, was her favorite. She shared a bond with him few could understand. When the horses stopped playing, she waved an apple and he came straight to her. This was true love.