Mirage nuzzled Ruth's hand and she realized she had
stopped rubbing the mare's head. She reached up to scratch the lower part of
the mare's neck and Mirage stretched her neck out, her bottom lip trembling in
appreciation. "Am I crazy to be out here talking to horses who can't say
anything back to me? I suppose that's why it's nice. I don't have to be quick
on my feet or worry about what I say or how I say it. So I'm free to tell you
that Emmett," Ruth leaned closer to the mare as she dropped her voice down
to a whisper as if someone might be able to accidentally overhear, "is one
nice hunk of meat."
The
mare let out a snort of air from her nostrils and shook her head slightly.
"Is too!" Ruth said.
~Grace Marshall
From my book coming out this June, No Pizza Delivery
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