Josie returned with the food and we ate it sitting in the patio chairs placed round the table and umbrella I have set up outside the barn. We drank from water bottles I keep in the little fridge in the feed room.
It was now 7 P.M. and the sun was beginning its slow descent over the tree line. It was a beautiful sight, but I was too wound up to enjoy it. I was still watching the driveway with eagle eyes, dreading the sight of Harvey’s gray FJ Cruiser.
Ten minutes later, my husband drove up to the house. Panic stations! What was I going to say to him when he asked why the trailer was still hitched up?! I couldn’t tell him Nonette—a horse he didn’t even know I was rescuing—was temporarily in a stall, here, at our home. He would be furious. Even after I loaded her up, he wouldn’t believe I
