Back in his SUV, as Gordon followed the directions given by the female voice on the GPS, he noticed they were rather quickly leaving the city and entering a semi-residential area. Gordon leaned back and sighed. He was enjoying his drive. Back in New York he hardly ever used his car as the traffic was so heavy and parking cost an arm and a leg. Myrtle Margaret, as he called his GPS unit, directed him onto Bronner, which turned out to be a rural gravel road. He passed a sheep farm, and several residences with acreage, a couple with horses pastured in their yards. Finally Myrtle Margaret said, “Arriving at Ty Steel on left.”
As he turned into the long sweeping drive he saw a line of horse trailers parked to one side, on the other and beyond were well-groomed pastures each with a number of ho
