Chapter Five
The day had warmed up quite nicely. Margaret had spent two hours working Storm in the round ring, and she was breathing as hard as the horse, but by God she felt good—no, great. The first day, she had spent time watching Storm, figuring out who he was. He had a strong mind and energy, not an easy horse for someone young and green, with no self-confidence, and definitely not a horse for some cowboy who thought to control him, because that wasn’t going to happen. No, the first day for Margaret was all about small steps, and she took all of them. The second day had been better, although Storm made nothing easy. She worked hard, keeping her circle out, not letting her energy wane. Oh, he challenged her, bucking, changing directions, leaping around, showing her how strong minded h
