CHAPTER 9
SINCE TODAY WOULD be my last day at Little Riverley for a week or two, I made the most of it with an early morning ride on Stan, who was his usual obliging self. First, he went backwards for about fifty yards before accepting the ride was going to happen whether he liked it or not.
“Get on with it, you prick.”
When he hit the wall of the barn with his backside, he leapt forward, deciding he might as well get it over with so he could go back to his snacks. Eventually he settled, and we enjoyed a nice gallop across the pastures followed by a brisk trot through the wooded trails at the back of my property. Lucy bounded along behind us, occasionally disappearing out of sight as she caught the scent of a deer or rabbit.
When we got back, Stan’s weekly fruit basket had just been de
