Chapter Eight
When Linc had stepped out of the sun and back into the barn, the dimness of the space had confused him. The sticky note at the top of his post-its gave the objective to clean the stalls. But looking around, they were already mucked. So what was he doing back in here?
At the back of the barn, he heard a pitiful whinny. The fog cleared from Linc's brain and his steps became purposeful. He marched to the back and up to the horse.
William? No, Wickham was the name emblazoned in the door to the horse's quarters. Linc felt like he should know that name, but he didn't want to press his brain too hard. He'd completed the task given to him this morning by Scout, but he wanted to do more.
After giving Wickham a reassuring pat on the muzzle, Linc turned to the tack wall. He'd had Tr
