Wilson made himself comfortable on a bale of hay and watched as I fed my Arabians.
“Don’t you have tasks in the house?” I asked, not wanting him to get into trouble for dallying in the stables.
“Captain Thomas would want me to remain until you’re done here so I can bring you back to the house.”
“All right.”
“Africa must be an amazing place,” he murmured. “Would you mind telling me about it, sir?”
A groom handed me a curry comb, and he and a few others stayed to listen as well as I groomed first the mare and then the stallion and talked about the village I’d grown up in until the Great War left it devastated. I didn’t want to linger on thoughts of the young men who’d been “recruited” and the young women who’d…I shuddered to think of their fate. I was about to tell my audience about the
