CHAPTER 22 | Aiden
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I finish my rides a little after four, and as I’m turning out Praise, my last horse of the day, John greets me, looking like someone kicked his grandmother.
“The feed truck’s not coming,” he tells me. “We’re out of the grain I use on the yearlings. Can you go pick some up? I need to wait for the farrier.”
“No problem.”
Surprise flits through the other man's eyes, but he nods. “Thanks.”
I shrug, and the surprise appears again. John’s one of Caleb’s hires. He came to Jacks or Better after spending ten years at other top-notch farms. I thought we would hit the ground running, but it always feels like he’s expecting me to pitch some sort of fit if asked to help out. I’d like to think it’s gotten better over the six months I’ve been here, but so far no
