Barry was out walking with Rex the day after Jimmy’s trip to the hospital when he spied an unfamiliar grey horse in one of the paddocks behind the barn. Not that he was all that familiar with the horses they did have. He’d only been on the back of a horse—okay a donkey—on the beach once when he was small. His mother told him years later he’d screamed so hard they’d had to abandon the ride halfway through.
Given the injury to Jimmy’s arm, which he was milking for all it was worth—Jake saying it was like birthday Jimmy on steroids—Barry decided he’d give the horse a wide berth. But as he and Rex walked along the fence line, the horse kept pace with them. His ears stayed pricked and alert. Barry remembered what the hands had said about how the horse was a rescue and his heart went out to the
