“Naturally! Don’t laugh! It wasn’t funny! Yeah, and I think I’ve convinced him of your innocence this time!”
“Appreciate that! So—were all his mares bred to Sherwyn?”
“No.”
“Why don’t I feel better hearing you say that?”
Thomi grinned and confessed, “I bred Sherwyn to Belle and WindSong, and Rheya, Angel, and Cinnamon—then to Thaena, Junebug and Squeaky for next year. Wahkeeti met Prince Valient. And . . . Autumn Mist and Fairwind I bred to Shondar—the Arthur’s new stallion.”
Anetra sucked in an incredulous breath. “And he let you live?”
“After some fast talking! But, I’m safe—for the moment.” She leaned forward, hope in her eyes. “You could talk him into having a look at Shondar—” She traced an edge of the red binder.
“Ah, no! You’re on your own with that, too!”
Oh well, it’s what
