It is easy to be brave from a safe distance. -Aesop
"What the hell are you doing?" A loud voice breaks the serenity of the moment, making me jump.
Paul spins around a hundred and eighty degrees. "I'm walking the horse."
"I can see that." Drake storms forward. "And her?" He points to me.
"She wanted to ride." Paul's tone conveys a hit of confusion at the confrontation.
"s**t. Have you ever been on a horse before?" Drake narrows his eyes.
"For your information, yes . . . yes, I have." I place one hand on my hip and keep the other on the saddle horn.
"Oh, this should be good." Drake takes the reins from Paul's hand. "Where, Danny?"
"Excuse me?" His question takes me by surprise.
"Where did you ride before?"
"At the rodeo," I say, not even hiding the annoyance in my voice, "not that
