I fumbled with the girth buckle as I answered Bos. “Like Walker? Like Walker? What’s to like about him? I may not have known him for very long, but aside from the fact that he did save my life, I’d have to say that he’s the grouchiest, crabbiest, most misanthropic person it’s ever been my misfortune to be rescued by. He’s conceited, arrogant, and obviously doesn’t have brains in that melon he calls a head to get out of a sport that has done him so much damage. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he’s also one of those men who is clearly afraid of commitment, is threatened by a woman who is strong enough to take him on, is too blind to see when someone just doesn’t like horses as opposed to being afraid of them”—Bos stared at me with huge eyes—“and . . . and . . . he’s behind me, isn’t he?”
Bos
