Chapter 4Theo
Hudson and I dealt with the cops, and then Hudson went to check up on Sierra, while I took the opportunity to retreat to the stables.
My mind was churning with everything. Andy had been a shock, in a way, especially with the gun. The dogs followed me to the stable, sensing my state of mind. I’d mucked the stalls in the morning and let the horses out to their respective pastures.
The only ones inside were the two drafts we’d gotten a week before Ruth passed. She’d hand-picked these horses from a slaughter auction and then driven them back home from Tennessee. The horses were a mare and a gelding, a sibling pair, bonded as all hell, and we’d only calmed them down after a couple of our volunteers and I took down a wall between two of the largest box stalls and let them stay i
