“For a Boxwood, second ain’t good enough”, Caleb said without looking at Lex and fixing his stern stare on Trent. Trent seemed to shrink under the man’s gaze. “Come on, boy, put that old nag a yours away and we’ll get some lunch. Then maybe I can teach ya a thing or two before your next event. What is it by the way?”
“Bulldoggin’,” Trent responded in the same little boy voice he’d used earlier.
“And get ridda that beard. Makes ya look like a derelict, for God’s sake,” Caleb added.
“Yes, sir,” Trent mumbled.
As the two Boxwoods turned to walk away, Rio, clearly irritated, put in his two cents worth. “Nice meetin’ you, too.”
Boxwood didn’t turn around, just raised his hand over his shoulder as he and Trent walked Dixie into her stall.
Lex looked at Rio and whispered, “We gotta get him
