With the horse safely on board, I was free to fret about whether Kathy would be at her farm when I pulled up there.
To stop the agonizing, I made a decision. I would drive to the rescue center and hope Kathy was there. If not, I would simply have to drive Nonette back to my house before Harvey got home and do some clever horse-hiding.
By 4 P.M., the Expedition and trailer were winding up the curvaceous dirt road to Kathy’s farm, and I prayed like crazy she would be there to receive my precious cargo. I’d never been to her place before. As we rounded each tree-hidden corner, I expected to arrive at the barn. Time after time, I was disappointed.
Eventually the last bend was negotiated and a beautiful farm came into view.
But no Kathy.
My heart sank. I pulled up by the barn with Nonette
