Chapter 5
Sir Rob and Uncle Sol met Santee and Ruarke when they rode in. Both older men looked disapprovingly at Ruarke’s shorts and tennies.
“Ruarke, you know better,” Rob told his son.
Santee gave him a smirky glance as she dismounted.
“How’d it go,” Uncle Sol said as he took charge of the two mares.
“Good.” Santee rubbed their necks. “Two of them took to the water like ducks. This one—“ She rubbed the mare’s nose, “Not so much. She dunked me good. Lost my cap for me.” She patted the top of her hot head. “But we worked it out.”
“There you are!” Bobby John shot out of the barn. His boisterous loudness jerked the three horses' heads up, their eyes showing white. “Hey, there,” he said just as loudly as he greeted each horse. “How are you?” In a second they were calm and sniffing at hi
