Chapter 34
Sam took a moment, on waking, to recall the momentous happenings of the previous night. She stretched and yawned, reaching for where Drew should have lain beside her in the bed. It was an unpleasant jolt to find herself alone. Then the fullness of last night’s events returned, and she knew exactly where he’d be — up at the yards with Flicka and her newborn colt.
Sam pulled on T-shirt and jeans, feeling like the cat that ate the cream. She tiptoed down the hall to the kitchen, trying not to wake Charlie. They’d all had quite a night, and for a number of reasons, nobody had had enough sleep. Sam yawned, put on the kettle and cut up some carrots for Flicka. She made two cups of tea, one for her and one for Drew, and took them outside.
One for Drew. The significance of simply mak
