“He’s fast.” Warren comments motioning toward Storm.
I pat Storm's neck, “Yeah, he’s the fastest horse I’ve been on.”
Warren reaches for him and Storm goes to nip at him, but Willow whinnies at Storm. He backs away and huffs at her before moving back toward her. I watch them closely just in case they need to be separated. Willow turns her head away from Storm but he circles her, taking me with him. Warren chuckles and if horses could blush I think Storm would have been blushing in that instant. I turn Storm around and take him up beside Willow again. She refuses to look at him until we fall back enough that Storm’s head is right by Warren’s hand.
“He’s going to let you pet him.” I tell Warren.
Warren looks back at me, “Are you sure?”
I nod, “He wants Willow to pay attention to him,
