“Did she see you take Butter?”
Hailey chuckled, “Nah.”
The stable dame was notorious for imbibing at lunch and for the sprawled-in-chair-nap that followed. If you timed it correctly, you could saddle a horse, enjoy a ride, and return before the woman stirred awake.
“What if she found out?” Dora squirmed on Rocky’s back, and the gelding raised his head in admonition. “Sorry, Rocky,” she placed a palm on the equine’s neck.
Hailey shrugged. “Not like Butter will tattle. Right, Butter?”
The horse neighed in return, and the girls giggled.
“Nor you, Rocky. You ain’t a snitch,” Hailey agreed.
The mare trotted languidly. She had to be just as happy for the outing, let alone with Rocky. If it weren’t for Hailey’s family’s recent trouble, and the sale of Butter to Mrs. Jolly’s stable, the horses would still be grazing together, as they had from colt and filly.
For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge