The stockman nodded to Hana as he held the hosepipe over his horse’s withers. Edin held her breath and clapped her hands. Wonder filled her eyes. She turned to Hana, her lips parted in wonder. “Washing?”
Hana nodded and dropped to a crouch, speaking to her on her level. “Yes. The horses get hot and tired, just like us. Mr Paulie is giving Sheila a shower.”
“Sheila shower.” Edin c****d her head. “Sheila shower.”
Wiri gave an eye roll of dismissal and crossed the stable yard. “Hey Mr Paulie,” he said, approaching the man.
“I wonder if Clara’s had her foal yet.” Phoenix skipped to a nearby stall and peeked over the half door. Her nose wrinkled in disappointment, but she stayed to greet the rounded muzzle, which rose to sniff her open hand. Leslie followed, not interested in the horses but
