Two of the horses still needed their morning workout, and there was a fence section out on the back forty he hadn’t gotten to and probably wouldn’t for a day or two. There was too much to do to kill time the way he’d been doing this morning. Sure, it was all hands-on work he could have Joey or someone else do, but one of the reasons he liked being back here was that he got to flex different muscles. He’d done it when he’d been young, gotten himself all buff doing it. Then medical school and even during his short tenure as general surgeon in New York had changed all that. No more tough physical work. No more ripped muscles. He’d grown soft. Too soft, without the necessary hours to remedy the abdomen that was no longer a six-pack and the pecs that weren’t quite as firm. It hadn’t mattered because he hadn’t cared. Being on the margin of well toned had been good enough. Now he wanted to be toned and perfect again, the way he’d been a decade ago.
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