Every night she would leave the house to find her way to his trailer, where they would push aside everything between them and use each other's bodies to satisfy their insatiable hunger for one another. During the day she kept herself busy by either visiting with her grandfather or watching the ranch hands perform their duties.So when he left during the day to run some ranch errands and hadn't come home for dinner, the restlessness settled over her once again. She took her usual walk and, without realizing it, had made her way to the stable. Most of the horses watched her, nodding their heads in greeting or snorting their hellos. She could tell it was time to muck out the stalls again from the odor of manure that grew stronger the farther she walked in.She greeted her little mare with a lump of sugar, petting the pretty horse around the ears. Tristan's bay gelding watched her with dark eyes from his stall, and with a last pat to the mare, she walked over to the other horse and patted the white star on his forehead.
