We eventually get Heartbreak in the ring, and the fire trucks came and put the fire out. They ask if we’re all okay, and I say yes. Joey tries to interject, but I beg him not to, and I can tell he’s too shaken up to get into a fight about it. Oliver is, too. I don’t blame him. His life, his livelihood, everything he worked for and with, has been destroyed. Even Santana…
I glance into the ring. He’s still standing, at least. He’s walking with his neck low, and he isn’t alert like the others. But at least he’s still standing.
“I talked to the showground at the Horse Park,” Oliver tells Joey. “They said they’ll take the horses for a week or two, until we find a better place for them.”
A week or two? We have a week or two to rebuild the entire barn? To come up with the money? I cringe at th
