CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ClaraThe filly wasn’t what Leilah expected. Since her arrival, it seemed Hector had put work into her and she’d settled. Leilah spent time in the narrow race with her, using a small fork to dig up weeds and letting the horse get used to her presence. Bored and fed up of her own company, brown eyes turned to Leilah’s activity and she took tentative steps nearer to look.
Leilah rose and threw a handful of weeds over the fence, aware of the filly’s proximity. The flecked brown head jerked upwards at every unexpected movement of human hands, but still Leilah ignored her. She’d dug up an irritating patch of clover roots before the filly got near enough to scent her, the pale muzzle sniffing and nibbling at her tee shirt sleeve. “Good girl,” Leilah soothed, attacking a clu
