“I’m guessing this is your new love Holly,” she murmured, delighted when the pretty animal relaxed and leaned into her touch. “The supposedly untrainable horse.”
“This is my Holly,” Ty confirmed. He stepped away to run his hands over the mare’s thick winter coat, down her neck and chest to her knee. He gently tapped just below the joint, then laid his hand on her nose and pushed it in toward her chest ever so slightly. Obediently, Holly folded one leg, tucked her nose close in beside her knee, and rocked her body back into a full bow.
Shannon grinned. “You need to make her last owner eat his words at the earliest opportunity. She’s incredible, Ty.”
“I’ve been thinking that, too. He needs to see that it wasn’t the horse but him who needs the training.” Ty slid his hand under Holly’s jaw
