CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Hunted“You’re working in the cafe for free.” Hector stood at the gate and watched Leilah drag the lunge rope across the filly’s withers with the forced gentleness of a desensitisation exercise. The horse tolerated it though her dark eyes darted around in rolls of fear. Any second she’d take off again and leave Leilah holding onto the limp rope. Hector’s ire from the side-lines wasn’t helping the horse’s relaxation.
“Yep.” The rope slid into Leilah’s fingers, coasting over the sway of withers and downy fur. The filly bounced her head, accepting the action with less freak and more normal. Leilah flopped it back over the horse’s shoulders and began again, needing to do it until they both grew bored. Eventually, the filly would stop worrying about the slithering of the ro
