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Maybe, Jake replied. But the Colonel over at Fort Steele says she has a way with horses. So what do we have to lose? Time. I could be getting a saddle on that horse, for one thing. Hank pushed the brim of his hat up and wiped his forehead with his handkerchief. How did Roberts wind up with a Horse Whisperer? The army captured her along with the rest of the people in her village several months back. Everyone, but her, got shipped north. Colonel Roberts said he kept her back because of the way she handled horses. Her being a beautiful young woman, think that might have been the real reason, Jake? Beautiful, hm? Hank gave Jake a narrow-eyed sideways glance then turned his attention back to the corral. Like you didnt notice. Jake chuckled. The woman and the stallion stood fifteen feet apart, looking each other over. Her dark eyes locked to the stallions, and, for a time, neither seemed to breathe. Then the stallion stomped the ground and bolted toward her. A cloud of dust swirled around the thundering hooves. Hank started over the fence, knowing she stood little chance against the large horse. However, before he could clear the top rail, the horse passed her, coming so close the fringe on her dress fluttered though she did not move until he passed. She looked at Hank straddling the top rail and, for a moment, her warm expression held. Hank looked down at the grin on Jakes face. As he started off the fence, Hanks eyebrow rose. Dont you say a damn thing, old man. Hank turned and headed up the worn path, mumbling under his breath. He stepped around the corner of the main house where he could watch the Whisperer and the stallion without being seen by Jake. She had guts. He would give her that. Something else there too, but Hank pulled himself away, to the south pasture and a fence that needed mending. * * * *
Copyright 2004-2006 by H.H. Self. All rights reserved. last updated November, 2007
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