She settled down quickly, and half hour later, we reached my barn. Once more, she spied horses in the field and whinnied to them.
Josie talked soothingly to her while I quickly closed up a stall for us to put the mare in. Nonette backed out with speed when we finally opened up the back ramp, and fairly dragged me into the barn.
I removed her halter and closed the door before fetching fresh hay and some low-fat feed for her. She drank thirstily from the full water bucket and thrust her muzzle into the trough.
My horses can wander in and out of the field into their stalls, and there are grilles between to see each other through. White Clover, my husband’s big grey gelding, wandered in from the field, into the stall neighboring Nonette, and pressed his face against the grille. She took h
