the technique for calming uneasy riders, but she hadnât considered using it for the horses. Now she would.
She waited until Cade finished his song before she left the porch and walked slowly over to him. The horseâs coat gleamed in the dusk-to-dawn spotlights that illuminated the circular drive. âHeâs a beauty, Cade.â
âI had to buy him so I could get him away from my former boss. If heâd stayed there, he would have ended up dead sooner or later.â
Lexi shuddered. âThen Iâm glad you bought him. Whatâs his name?â She approached with care.
âHematite. He was abused as a colt, dismissed as a discipline problem by the time he was two and sold cheap to my boss less than a month ago. Thornwood expected me to straighten him out.â
âLooks as if youâre making progress. He unloaded well.â
âAnd Iâm damned glad he did. There were no guarantees.â
âItâs dumb to make guarantees where horses are concerned.â Lexi surveyed Hematite. âBut as of now, he seems docile enough. Want me to take it from here? I know youâre eager to get to the hospital.â
âI am, but I think it would be best if I lead him into the barn. Just let me know where to put him.â
âFollow me.â She wasnât about to push it. Cade knew his horse, and she didnât relish the thought of dealing with an unpredictable animal tonight. Swinging open the double barn doors, she turned on the lights along the aisle between the rows of stalls. âSecond one on the right. I laid down fresh straw and put a flake of hay in the feeder. Waterâs turned on, too.â She walked ahead of him and opened the stall door.
âThanks. This is great.â He led Hematite into the stall, unhooked the lead rope and rubbed the horseâs neck. âYouâre safe now, buddy. Iâll be back to check on you in a few hours.â
Hematite bumped his nose against Cadeâs arm. Then he walked over to the hay rack and began to munch.
Cade let out a breath as he left the stall and latched it behind him. While he coiled the lead rope, he gazed at the horse. âIf I didnât know better, Iâd think he understood what I just told him. Iâve never seen him so relaxed.â
âAt the very least, he probably picked up on your relief.â
âI
am
relieved. I had no idea if this would work, if I could transport him from hell to heaven.â He glanced at Lexi. âThanks for making it possible.â
She shrugged. âDonât thank me. Iâm only doing what Herb and Rosie would have wanted.â
âI appreciate it, all the same.â He looked around the barn as if noticing his surroundings for the first time. âWait, why are there three other horses in here? I thought they were only planning to keep Navarre and Isabeau.â
âI have the same question. The last time I came out to see them, they only had those two, but that was a couple of months ago. When Herb called tonight, he wasnât all that coherent, but I gathered theyâre boarding.â
Cade frowned. âBoarding? Why?â
âYouâll have to ask him. I have no clue unless they need something more to take care of. That would fit.â
He repositioned his hat in a typical Cade gesture. âI suppose so. They love to be of service, thank God. If they hadnât come along...â
Her heart squeezed. âI know.â
âYes, you do.â He held her gaze. âYou know that more than anyone. Lexi, Iââ
âGo see Rosie.â She wasnât ready for a heart-to-heart. âWeâre both tired. Weâll talk later.â
He nodded. âAll right. But let me say this much. Iâve missed you every single day.â
She swallowed her instinctive response. Sheâd missed him every single day, too, but she wasnât going to admit it. âGo see Rosie.â
He turned as
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