Christmas Ghosts - Fiction River (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
His long eyelashes, starry with melted snowflakes, fluttered with appreciation as he chewed. Holland, drifting behind Madeleine, gave a pale chuckle. “Nice manners. Such a big horse.” Madeleine sighed. “Go away, Holland.” “Leave you alone out here?” “I am alone out here.” She lifted her head, and glanced around the barn. The goats were snuggled into their bed of straw. She had given Big Mike his rubdown, and the ragged towel was drying on its hook beside the door to the feed room. The other Belgian put his nose over his stall gate and whuffed, asking for his own share of mash. “Sorry, Theo,” Madeleine said. “Big Mike had to pull the wagon all the way to town and back. He earned it.” Theo stamped his hooves and shook his mane in protest. Madeleine said, “Okay, okay.” She dug a wrinkled winter apple from her pocket, and fed it to him, savoring the softness of his thick lips against her palm. She stood for a moment, letting Theo—short for Theodore, named by Holland for the president he had admired most—nose her pockets in a futile search for more.
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