Ryman dashed to the paddock, vaulted over the rail fence, and grabbed Colby’s reins. The young horse shied at the commotion. Ryman had to hold the reins tightly to keep him from getting away. Despite the lingering effects of being slipped a date r**e drug, he had enough presence of mind to check the girth.
Thumper tried the gate but couldn’t open the latch. He climbed the fence with a bit less athleticism than Ryman. Having planned to get in a quick ride on Ozzy later that morning, he’d arrived at The Cabin wearing boots and breeches. He recognized Waylon as Cecelia’s number one hunting mount, a horse much like his own Lenny. He figured Cecelia could have no objection to him borrowing the horse under the circumstances.
Colby’s antics had Waylon on edge but the well-disciplined horse was
