CHAPTER 15
Charley saddled Omega and pulled the latigo snug against the leather. After checking between the pad and withers, Charley pulled the stirrup off the saddle horn and patted Omega’s head.
“Want some sugar?” She pulled a cube from her pocket and placed it beneath the horse’s soft muzzle.
“Hi.”
Charley’s hand jerked against Omega’s lips and whipped her head around. “Oh, Warren. You gave me a start.”
Warren leaned against the stall door. “Sorry. I thought you heard me.”
She grinned. “No, I think that’s Morgan. You said he hears the slightest noise. Like an Indian.”
Warren laughed. “That he does.”
She laughed, too, then tugged Omega’s reins and walked out of the stall. “What are you up to this morning?”
Warren walked alongside. “I thought maybe I could tag along with you toda
