Felicity almost laughed at the disbelief on Dwayne’s face. He scoffed, the sharp sound sending Spotlight shuffling to the right.
“I can’t do that,” he said.
“Sure you can,” she said. “Use Payday’s name. Ask him to come. Wait for him. Show him your hand.”
Dwayne looked more uncomfortable than a cowboy should ever be around horses. Felicity wanted to give him the confidence he needed to get Payday to come over from the shady spot next to the barn.
“You’re in charge of the horse,” she said. “Just like you’re in charge of your cowboys. This ranch. Take that same authority, and transfer it to the horse.”
He cleared his throat, and she placed her hand on his arm. “No nerves, Dwayne. You’re in charge here. They can’t think or feel for even a moment that you’re not.”
Dwayne’s body turned tow
