His foreman and ranch hands were all friendly and seemed happy to explain the finer points of horse training and breeding to her. She’d never known much about Tyson or what he did now that he wasn’t off defending the country, but it seemed that Braxton Ranch was well-known for producing quality Quarter Horses, trained in either barrel racing or roping. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined that he had such a big business. The ranch was far larger than she’d thought, and apparently more prosperous than she’d imagined. When she’d heard the price of some of the horses for sale, her jaw had nearly hit the ground. Her first G.E.D. class had gone well, even though some of the questions made Dacey feel stupid. She’d dropped out of school in the ninth grade, so she had a lot of catching up to do. The teacher had assured her that it wasn’t impossible, but it would require hard work. Dacey didn’t have a problem working hard and actually looked forward to learning the material and getting her G.E.D.
