Chapter Ten
Collin brushed downward in long strokes over the horse's mane. The animal made a soft neighing sound. Collin supposed it was a sound of pleasure. The horse hadn't had much of this kind of care from his former owner.
The quarter horse was a fairly non-descript chestnut color with a white star patch on his forehead. His front toes were pigeon’d, and his heels were lower than they should've been, which was now causing him problems in the later years of his life. But here on Rosings, he would be required to do nothing more than roam, eat, and keep the other retired horses’ company.
Collin planned to bring in more company in just a few days now that he was back on plan. Charlotte had said yes. He'd have a wife. Now he could have his inheritance released. Just in time for the auct
