June’s POV
The large black and white a horse reared its front hooves at Hank, waving them in the air at his head. I almost cried out to him just as Claud had, only to stop myself. Hank had stepped expertly to the side and started talking to the giant, almost cooing at the animal like it was a frightened babe.
“Yah, that’s a goooood booooy.” He drawled out the words, keeping his voice soft and low, eventually getting the beast to quiet down and just paw at the ground a few times. He then hopped over the fence and began stroking the horse from snout to nose.
“Well, I’ll be damned….” Claud stood there with his mouth open, a look of disbelief on his face. “I was sure that bastard wouldn’t quite down for anyone.”
“Is it a bangtail?” I asked, admiring the shiny coat that it had.
“Not per se
