Eventually, Sunrise lost interest and began to graze. That was the signal the horses had both had enough. George patted Nightfall’s shoulder.
“He’s…he’s rather big, isn’t he?” Frank seemed a little in awe of the gelding’s height.
“Nightfall? No, he’s only about fifteen hands.”
Frank looked confused. George would have to remember he was a city boy.
“A hand is four inches. That’s how a horse’s height is measured. Now, suppose I show you how to groom the horses?”
“Yes!”
“Get the combs and brushes and the hoof pick and come in.” He swung a leg over Nightfall’s neck and slid off. “And make sure you always close and fasten the gate behind you.”
Frank did as George told him and stood within the paddock. “What do I do now?”
“First they need to have their feet picked. This is how it’s done.
