a gorgeous man surrounded by three others said as he ran his hands down my flanks. Even in my horse form, it felt wonderful to be so lovingly touched. I made a small sound of agreement and moved my nose against one of the other men’s hand. “He’s a good -looking horse, that’s for sure,” the second one hedged. “I wouldn’t guess he’s more than five years old and has at least a good decade or two of work he could give us if we treat him right.” I stared into his kind eyes and knew I’d carry rocks from one side of their land to another if that’s what they wanted. They’d never work me just to work me like some of my previous owners. That knot I got in my stomach formed again when I thought about being owned and some of the people I’d had to deal with. There was a reason I mostly stayed in my horse form. Bayards were strong, magical, immortal creatures that were said to be given to the world once a decade. In other words, there weren’t many of us. “We can afford him?”
What do You think about Bayard[Bedtime Stories 3]?
