Chapter 24
Quinton phoned the following week to inform me he’d returned home from his assignment and would be able to keep our riding date.
“Shall I pick you up, Mother?”
“That’s quite all right, but Gregor will drive me.”
“Very good. I’ll meet you there.”
Ken McIlvoy, who was still the head groom, led out Pyrrhic Victory. I gathered up the reins and mounted, and walked her in figure eights until Quinton was on Testament, the gray gelding he’d purchased a few years earlier.
We set the horses to one of the trails, trotting in companionable silence for a while. Finally, I couldn’t help asking, “Why didn’t you ever bring Harriman home for a visit, sweetheart?”
“Excuse me?”
“Your friend, Harriman Patterson.”
“Skip? I know I must have mentioned him, Mother, but it’s been so long. Why w
