TEASER CHAPTER 2 | Beau
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I lean against Holly’s ancient Bronco while she rummages around inside, sneaking glances at me through the window. She thinks I’m drunk. Hell, between the swaying and the uneven walk, I look drunk. But I’m not. It’s the pain.
It’s been a year since the accident. I’m supposed to be getting better, and I’m not. My hands are almost always numb. My back almost always feels like it’s on fire. I can’t ride. I can’t sleep—or I can’t unless I drink.
In fact, if I drink enough, I don’t see Arch anymore. I don’t feel that sickening impact when his body hit the ground and I followed.
Freak accident, everyone said. Undiagnosed heart condition, everyone said. But all that matters is he was my horse, and he died under me.
And I know his owner had something to do wi
