Ellie doesn’t say a word to me as I follow everyone down to the riding arena, but I can tell she’s seething. She shouldn’t. Thanks to me she has back up now. Selling horses makes people crazy. It doesn’t matter if you’re in Europe, the United Kingdom, or the States, people are flaky and when it comes to horse people, they’re generally the flakiest. I’ve always wondered if it’s all the head injuries we sustain because it can’t just be something in the water.
Or in this case, the Perrier.
The father—a land developer in his late fifties—keeps playing with the dark green bottle, passing it from hand to hand. The mother isn’t much better. She holds herself completely rigid, attention glued to Bree, their daughter.
“I never relax during this stuff,” Mr. Davis mutters, watching Bree swing her
