The gelding had improved during their absence, so much so he attempted to stand when they arrived at his stall. Jake embraced his four-legged friend and Brett left them for a few minutes to give them some privacy.
“Jake, I got ya a breakfast burrito and some coffee,” Brett said, reentering Willow’s stall a short while later.
“Coffee? Gimme!”
Brett put the Styrofoam cup into Jake’s outstretched hand. “Figured y’all would drink it black.” Jesus, I’m even startin’ with the y’alls now, Brett thought.
Jake took a couple of big gulps of the steaming hot liquid. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he sighed contentedly. “That’s better. Cain’t start the mornin’ properly without coffee.”
Ah, Brett thought, maybe that was what had been wrong earlier. His cowboy hadn’t had his caffeine fix. Bre
