BAD BOY BRODY

Chapter Three

Morgan

I saw them.

I was across the valley, standing on my own cliff while they stepped out onto my porch. I knew why they’d come. I went to the same meeting to approve the movie script, but that’d been so long ago.

Shiloh stepped close to me, nuzzling my shoulder. Her black nose, smoky grey coat, and mane rubbed against me. Her mother had almost been like mine, but since Shiloh was foaled, she and I were sisters. She could sense my unease as distinctly as I could.

This movie would be done. They would all go away, and they wouldn’t return. In the meantime, I reached up behind me, grabbed some of Shiloh’s mane and half-jumped, half-lifted myself onto her back.

She turned as soon as I settled, and the rest of the herd lifted their heads. They all turned down the path, heading to the better grazing in the next valley over.

Glancing once more back at my home, I mentally said hello and goodbye at the same time.

I was given human privileges, ones that I never took for granted. My mother’s inheritance granted them to me. I was able to stay where I was. I could avoid humans as much as necessary. Some knew about me. Some whispered about me. Some thought I was a ghost. Only my stepfather, stepsiblings, a few others knew the truth.

One day, I would have to join their world.

That wasn’t today.

I bent and laid my cheek to Shiloh’s back.