“This is the barn where you have eight of these kinds of horses and many more. You'll get a chance to meet the staff, and maybe I'll let you meet the other horses, too.” He chuckled. Our driver is sitting in front today; his name is Jake.
“Oh, I see we have jokes,” Gwen said, partially smiling. "Nice to meet you, Jake." Gwen crossed her arms tightly across her stomach in a defensive posture as the buggy began its journey.
"You too, ma'am."
The carriage went along the road as fine white snow laid across the undulating landscape. The snow on the tips of the mountains never ceased to amaze her. Everything was white, and there was a dry cold that was so much a part of Albany during this time of year. She saw a mixture of sturdy pines, aspen, and hearty oak trees protecting them from the fri
