After my morning lesson with Starstruck, I hop off the saddle, brush him, then send him into the pasture to graze. I have an hour before I start working my next horse, but I also need to eat. Before making my way to the B&B, Dad stops me in my tracks.
“Kaitlyn!” he shouts from his office.
I huff, then turn around and walk back toward him.
“Yes?” I ask, looking at my smartwatch, hoping he catches the hint that I’m pressed for time.
“This came,” he says, grabbing an envelope and handing it to me.
Confused, I take it and pull the piece of paper from the neatly cut slit at the top. I read the first few lines and realize this is the official paperwork for the rescue. There’s an official seal from the state of Texas declaring the sanctuary as an official nonprofit. Of course we’d applied el
