I was rather grateful that Rita was ready to move forward in the next step of her training her Sweet Demon (what a name for a child to give to a horse, but it was rather fitting for the animal) and putting tack on him the week Christine was away visiting that friend. The way she had said friend told me that this friend was more than a friend and jealousy rolled in my stomach, but I kept myself controlled of it, as she was after all giving me another chance, though I’d be making it clear that I wasn’t about to be used.
For an abused horse, he cooperated with us wonderfully, but I knew it was because he had so much respect for Rita and Maggie, the flea-bitten white mare, who had befriended him too and kept him more calm than he would have been otherwise. As much of a bunch of idiots thes
