CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Confession“Who would do that?” Vaughan huffed as he rode the gelding bareback, legs dangling long behind the horse’s shoulder. He kept one hand on the lunge rope and the beast responded, relieved at the familiarity of Vaughan’s touch.
“Whoever knew it was there, I guess.” Leilah led one of the steadier mares, the little knot of fillies plodding behind like schoolchildren on an outing. She glanced back at regular intervals, feeling the herd calm as their distance from the bustle and activity grew. If the plodding got too skittish and close to her heels, Leilah stamped her foot and raised her arms until the horse got the message and stopped trying to rush her. “Bit-less and barefoot,” she mused to herself and saw Vaughan’s brows knit.
“What?”
She jerked her head towards t
