I held out one hand. “Come on.”
His eyes narrowed as he stood. “So, what’s your deal?”
“I’m gonna get these horses settled in for the night. You can either clean up inside—“ I jerked my chin towards the trailers “—or hit the road. Your choice.”
I hoped he'd stay.
He gazed up at me for a long time. His eyes were pale blue, almost eerie-looking in the fading light. He took the key from me, careful not to touch my hand. “I’m Sean.”
“Robert.”
“Thanks, Robert. Really. Thanks.”
* * * *
A half-hour later, I have the mares unloaded, brushed out, and fed. The three-month-old foal flitted around the paddock, clumsy, his long legs not wired a hundred percent yet. He stumbled once, fell down on his face, and popped back up with a “who the hell just pushed me?” expression. I couldn’t help but
