CHAPTER TEN - A Long Bad Memory* 1 *
The barn door was alive with flies.
One fly socked into Maddy’s mouth as she grabbed a quick breath. It vibrated like a buzzing raisin against her tongue.
Phit!
She spat the little bastard up. The horses thumped their hooves nervously against the barn walls, wondering when they were going to get fed.
“I’m coming,” she called through carefully tightened lips.
She hoisted three bags of garbage from the house, most of Vic’s clothing and belongings. She would burn it when she got the chance.
One of the horses whinnied.
It sounded like King.
He was the biggest and the pushiest.
There were two horses - the big black stud, King and the straw colored palomino, Deanie. Vic had bought the horses in Maine, for breeding, thinking the palomino to be a mare
