‘Why did you call me a furry boy?’ ‘That’ll come,’ said Tyson in a voice that told him to be patient. He walked with his hands in his pockets. ‘Now, tell me more about these horses, Luke. What’s going on with you and these horses?’ Luke talked. The words came tumbling out as he told Tyson about the photos of his parents, about the horse-gentling program and what Harry had taught him, about Legs, his favourite colt, and about the calmness horses gave him. He talked of Jess and her filly, the min min lights and how they disappeared into the belly of the mare. Tyson stopped walking and looked him dead in the eye. ‘Okay, Luke, so you’re not just pony club here.’ ‘I’ve never been to pony club,’ said Luke. ‘Not just stockman, either,’ Tyson continued. ‘The way you have with these horses. You’ve got dream there, you and this Jess girl. You’re stepping into things you got no idea about.’ ‘Dream? Why, because of the min min lights?’ Luke put his hands in the air, totally confused.
