Two brown and black Morgans turned to stare at the new passenger. “My daddy used to have horses while I was growing up so I know a thing or two about them.” She privately thought of the other things her father had taught her about growing up on the farm wandering to the pistol stowed safely under her mattress. “Well then, Miss Claire, I’d like you to meet Danny and Dougie. They’re a couple of rascals, but they sure are beauts and they’ve gotten me through a couple of rough spots.” Maxwell was obviously proud of his steeds. The perfectly matched pair eyed Claire and faced forward. Danny shook his harness as if to say, let’s get going, time’s a-wastin’. So off they went. After several minutes Tom reined in the team at a shady spot near the river. Climbing down, he turned and lifted Claire off the buggy seat. The clasp of his arm around her waist made her breath quicken, but he appeared not to notice, whether out of politeness or ignorance she wasn’t sure.
