“Okay, let’s get you started brushing Rosalind.” Chanel led the way to the stall where a gray mare was tied. “She’s Dad’s horse, but she’s getting up there in years, so she doesn’t get ridden much these days. Sometimes Dad takes her out for an easy ride on Sundays.” When Maddox hesitated, she heaved a sigh. She was tired and hot after a long day of moving cows. More than anything, she wanted a long shower and to stretch out on a lounger on the deck. “Get in here. She won’t bite. Just set your hand on her butt as you come in, so you don’t startle her.” “Yeah, right. She’ll probably kick me in the nuts then bite me on the head when I’m doubled over,” Maddox muttered taking a tentative step toward the stall. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “After your little stunt yesterday? I don’t trust you.” Needing something to do with her hands, Chanel began working through Rosalind’s mane with the currycomb. She probably shouldn’t have left him in the forest.
