Tame a Wild Wind Read Online Free PDF Page B

horses Sam had ever seen.   All of the horses were tall, long legged and deep chested.   Most were chestnut brown with various markings like stars on their foreheads or white socks.
    Five of the mares had foals with them.   Another three looked ready to foal at any time.   There were five stallions between the ages of two and ten according to the signs on their gates.   There were three fillies.   One of which, Delilah, was supposed to be shipped to Kentucky within a fortnight.
    There was a large corral full of mustangs with a smaller corral next to it for breaking them to the saddle for the army.   Last, at the far back of the ranch, was a large oval track, ostensibly for training the thoroughbreds to race.
    He’d seen a horse race when he and Jane went back east for their honeymoon.   Somewhere between seven and ten horses raced around the track with a tiny man called a jockey on their backs.   The smaller and lighter the jockey the better and faster the horse would be able to run.   He wondered where Cassie had found a jockey in these parts.
    Sam headed back to the house.   He went in through the front door wanting to familiarize himself with the layout.   From the front door you looked straight at the stairs.   To the left of the stairs was a door leading to the formal dining room and the kitchen.   It didn’t appear that the dining room got much use.   The table and chairs were covered with sheets to protect them from dust.
    To the right of the stairs was a hallway with the parlor and Cassie’s office.   Simple, functional.   The whole house was simple, functional.   There was little of the woman herself in the décor and certainly nothing cheerful.
    The kids’ rooms were different.   Sarah’s room was covered in bright yellow paint, mobiles on the ceiling, toys and discarded clothing covered the floor.
    Cassie came up behind him.   “I usually just close the doors.   It works well for me.   I’m not going to constantly clean up after them.   For RJ, I don’t do anything but change his bed.   He’s old enough to do his own cleaning.   I’m a terrible nag about it if it gets too bad.  
    “Sarah is still small enough that I do clean her room, but she has to help.   She picks up her toys, or at least one or two of them, while I clean.   She’s usually too busy chattering at me about what her dolly did to get too much picked up.”
    Sam chuckled.   Sarah proved to be precocious and very entertaining.   He didn’t know if she would continue to be so or he’d think her a little pain in the ass after a while.   But he doubted it.   She was just too sweet and reminded him so much of his own two girls.
    “So what do you think of the place?” asked Cassie.
    “I think it’s amazing.   I haven’t seen any place like this outside of Kentucky.   Of course, I haven’t been to a lot of horse farms even in Kentucky.   Jane and I went back east for our honeymoon and saw a horse race in New York.”
    “Michael and I spent our honeymoon and more back in Kentucky.   We found our partner, a man who was willing to talk to us about our dream and interested enough to show us his operation, with the proviso that he be the only customer for our horses.   We agreed and it’s been beneficial for us, this season will prove whether it’s beneficial for him as well.   I have great hopes for one of our colts and a little filly.   They both run like the wind, at least by themselves.   I haven’t been able to race them against each other yet.”
    “Where did you find a jockey out here?”
    “I didn’t.   I’m the jockey.”
    Sam stopped dead in his tracks.   “You? But women aren’t jockey’s.”
    “Yes.   Me.   I am the only one small enough.   Michael was a big man like you.   He couldn’t be out there on their backs.   We have some teenage boys who can ride but not in the racing saddle.   I learned when we were at Jason’s farm.   Jason Gedding is our partner.   He has a