CHAPTER EIGHT
GAVIN
“He’s bein’ a bastard, ain’t he?” Jackson asks, hanging on the railing.
“Oh yeah,” I respond, nearly breathless.
A new colt was delivered last Monday, and he’s my special project. They named him Demon for a fuckin’ reason too ’cause he’s a little s**t and doesn’t want to cooperate. If he keeps it up, we’ll be doing laps around the corral for the next two weeks. One thing I’ve learned while training horses is to have patience and be gentle. These animals don’t trust humans on instinct. It’s something that’s earned.
“Rodeo’s next week, right?”
I glance at him over my shoulder. “Yes, sir.”
“Good deal. I’m gonna try to watch your trainee ride. Hopefully, he places. Anyway, I’ll let you get back to it.”
“Alrighty, thanks,” I say, then slowly walk up to Demon as he ba
