Nick whistled, and Remington lifted his head. With barely a moment’s hesitation, the stud loped across the pasture to him like a loyal dog excited that his master was home. Remington didn’t bother with his usual prancing game of you-can’t-catch-me.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you missed me, Rem,” Nick said, laughing softly as he scratched over the stallion’s eye. “Keep this up and people might think you’re getting soft.”
Remington let out a sigh. Nick knew he was probably stupid in the extreme to even contemplate riding the stallion with his arm barely out of the sling, especially bareback with no bridle, but he didn’t particularly care tonight. He launched himself onto Remington’s back from his perch on the fence and sat for a moment to see if the bay was in the mood to tole
