When Brandon went to check on Nit and Wit on Sunday, he hung around, cleaning off tack and re-organizing the feed stall. He heard a car pull up, took a deep breath, and turned, hoping it was Ramon.
Instead, it was Celeste.
“Hey, big brother. Wanna go for a ride?” Celeste hoisted her custom saddle from the back of her truck.
“Let’s go!”
They saddled up and worked Nit and Wit in the pasture for a bit. Celeste led the way, doing figure eights and extended trots and gentle canters over the three low jumps to get the horses calmed down. They got keyed up going out on the trail together, wanting to race, so Brandon and Celeste had learned to work them for a while before leaving the property. When Brandon leaned down to open the pasture gate, Nit’s neck was heated, almost sweaty.
Celeste
