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CHARLIE
I was thankful Levi was in the shower when my cell rang. Bob, the lead foreman at Claymore’s, called. I was in the bunkhouse kitchen making coffee, the phone wedged between my ear and my shoulder. The sun was just popping up over the eastern plains, and it was just so dang lovely. It was early for a work chat, but when working with animals, everyone started early.
“She seems to be doing well. So far, so good,” I told him when he asked about Seraphina. I was to meet Clint at the stable in a little while for another go with Eddison. The horses were familiar with each other now, and it made the breeding process go a little more smoothly. Although, a stirred up stallion should never be underestimated.
“Well, I’m glad. I know everyone around here will be eager for a new foal,” he
