Hudson mucked out all fifteen stalls in the green stable, it being a Wednesday. He’d been at Thousand Oaks for three weeks now, and the work was familiar and easy. His mother was thrilled he’d come home to visit, and his dad had put him to good use immediately.
His mom hadn’t mentioned a single thing about Jan, and Hudson had settled into a routine that had him eating lunch with his mother and making his own dinner in his own cabin down by the main stables.
That way, he didn’t have to see his father very often, nor his brother Jude, who strutted around the place like managing a schedule of cleaning stalls and feeding horses made him more important than everyone else.
Misery had been a constant companion, but he could clean out dirty straw unhappily as well as he could happily. He didn’t
