They stopped the horses in front of the building, dismounted, and led the horses to a small holding enclosure at one corner. Todd nodded to an older man, the livery caretaker, and handed him a few bills.
“Todd and Nick Ruger. We’re meeting with the chancellor. I’m not sure how long we’ll be.”
The man returned the nod, took the horses’ reins, and led them into the enclosure. He snatched a small flip notebook from his pocket and looked through before looking up at Todd.
“You’re listed for a meeting. I’ll keep a good eye on your horses, Mr. Ruger.”
“Thank you.” Todd smiled at the man and turned, fingers brushing Nick’s forearm before he led the way into the building and up to the chancellor’s office.
Though this meeting with Chancellor Clarke wasn’t under even remotely the same circumsta
