Chapter 7
Up early even though he still had some jet lag, Bobby was already at the smaller stable when Fiona arrived, Doyle close behind her. Powwow gave an eager little nicker when she saw her mistress. Bobby grinned. Their connection sure seemed like a match made in heaven. Now if only another connection, still tenuous, could develop in the same manner…No, this was not the time to get wrapped up in maybes.
He slipped the halter on Powwow and led her outside, hitching her to the black iron stake clearly placed for that purpose. “Do you want to do the currycomb duty today?”
Fiona nodded, a smile blooming on her face. “Oh, yes! That would be brilliant! You can see I stand and walk on my own now, almost as well as anybody. I’ve watched you enough that I’m sure I can do it.”
Bobby handed
