Chapter 9: “I, David, Take You, Andrew”
Spring came and Brad made his commitment to The University of Toledo. Both Andy and I had tried several times to talk Brad into exposing Mr. Atwater for the s**t he was, but we had to admit Brad had a point about his future. I hated feeling like I had the ammunition to bring a criminal to justice but couldn’t bring myself to do it; I knew the price Brad might have to pay.
Spring also brought horse show season and all the preparation that entailed. I hadn’t ridden since the accident the previous fall. At least I was back in one of my saddles, Andy. But I hadn’t ridden the Snazmonster since that day the vultures soared the skies over Hawthorn Ridge Farm.
“You’re gonna be fine,” Brad assured me. He’d come out to the barn to saddle Snazzy for me as I
