Chapter 22Theo
The new horses and ponies seemed like they’d be pretty easy to train once I figured out what made them tick. They were all underweight and skittish, but otherwise I didn’t see much wrong with them. They’d become someone else’s trash, and we’d turn them back into the treasures they really were.
Barry stood chuckling at something when I went back into the stable.
“What’s up?”
“This pony.” He gestured at the little almost-white creature inside the stall. “He’s pissed at being inside.”
“What’s he doing?” I peered in, too.
“Nothing alarming, just keeps kicking the door every time I move away from it. Watch.”
Barry stepped away, and immediately a hard, swift kick rattled the stall door.
“Spicy.” I grinned. “He’s going to be fun.”
“Good thing he has some spunk left in him.
