The Foal
Holly's POV I slowly got the baby down from the trailer as Marc helped push him from behind. I guessed his age to be about two months. I didn't ask how he got left in the trailer, nor did I want to know. It would make me madder. Right now was getting this baby comfortable and safe. "What about my tea?" The jerk of a round man piped up. "It's at the store still, I would suggest you go find it." Marc snapped at him, sending him a glare that stopped the man's snarky words. "I will be off then," he muttered to himself as he jumped back in his truck and peeled out of the front gate. He was gone, we worked the colt up to the barn. There I left the little guy with Marc as I went in the office to the mini-fridge to grab the ice boot. I heard one horse nickering and throwing a fit. Glanci
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