Japheth
Regret was sitting in my gut like a bad case of indigestion, and not for the first time.
I’d been nursing that particular ulcer for the better part of five years.
I pulled the saddle off from the young gelding I was training and grabbed a stiff bristle brush to work the sweat marks out of his coat. He bobbed his head impatiently in the cross ties and slapped me with his long tail. I hardly paid him any mind, I was once again thinking about Regina.
You know when you are in your twenties, you think you know everything, and I was no exception. I had a vision for my life and my future, and I always just assumed that Reggie was going to be a part of it. I knew she wasn’t all that keen on my plans, but I loved her, and she loved me, so I had faith that we would work it out.
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