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We drive a little down the lane, over a slight rise, and then a barn comes into sight. A beautiful barn, really, immaculately cared for and painted in shades of gray. Three little gables peak out of the roof and two little cupolas crown it, weathervanes at their peeks.
“Oh!” I say, completely charmed by the sight. But then I see the real draw. In a series of pastures beyond the barn, my eyes can just barely see a group of horses grazing in the afternoon light.
“Oh!” I say, louder this time, far more thrilled. “Is this a stable?!”
Kent laughs as he turns the car into a parking spot next to the barn. “I thought you’d like it,” he says seriously. “One look at you and anyone could tell you grew up dreaming of horses.”
I nod fervently, scrambling to unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door at once. “Can we see them?!” I ask, my words falling over each other in my hurry. “Can I feed them? Do they have any
foals?!”
He laughs at me as I almost fall out of the car, climbing calmly out himself. Before I can dash into the barn, he holds out an arm to stop me. “Let me take the lead here, all right, Fay?”
I look up at him, shining with joy, and nod. I quickly look back towards the entrance but then do a double–take, looking back at
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his face, which is somehow…gentler? Kinder?
We both pause, taking each other in, distracted. But then he blinks, walking calmly into the barn. I follow closely at his heels.
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“Sir!” someone says a young man with sandy hair down to his shoulders. He’s dressed almost like a cowboy, with jeans tucked into western boots and a button–down plaid shirt. He gives me a happy nod and then turns his attention back to Kent. “He’s all ready for you, gentle as can be. A real beauty.”
Kent nods to the man and looks beyond him. “Well, I’m ready if
you are.”
The man bobs his head and the three of us walk through the
stable to the last stall on the right, which the groom pulls open. Kent walks up to the open door and leans on the far side of it, nodding into the stall.
“What do you think, Fay?” he asks.
Slowly, so excited I can barely breathe, I peak around the corner of the stall to see the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever set eyes on in
my life.
“Oh,” I say again, though this time it’s barely a breath of air puffing
out of my lips as I take another step forward and cover my mouth
with my fingertips, just staring at him.
A beautiful blood bay gelding stands in front of me, an Arabian by
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the arch of his neck and the height at which he holds his tail. The
horse gently paws at the shavings of his stall, looking over at us curiously.
My eyes sweep over him, his glossy mane, his wide and gentle eye. And immediately, I know it. I’m in love.
“Can I…” I say, glancing over at Kent. “Can I go in? Can I touch him?”
Kent laughs and nods at me. Beyond him, I can see that the
groom is equally pleased. I turn quickly back to the horse, taking a gentle step forward. The skin on his shoulder twitches a little, but otherwise he does not balk as I walk towards him.
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