“You really love horses, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Did you learn about horses in Mexico?”
“I’m sorry?”
“You’re from Mexico, right?” She waved her hand over him, and that’s when Pedro realized that because of his Spanish heritage, she got the wrong impression.
“One, I am not Mexican. I was born in America, so I am an American. Two, my parents, and my entire family tree on both sides are from Spain. I am a Spaniard, not a Mexican.”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to judge you. I just assumed with your looks and last name. I know, I know, assuming is wrong. I’m sorry.”
“I’ll forgive you this time, I’ve have been called by a different nationality my entire life. I don’t mean to come off hard, but at almost fifty, I’m done with it all.”
He looked over in time to see her smirk. “Is that why you deal with horses? They don’t judge you by your looks, and can’t talk back.”
“Yeah, pretty much.” They shared a laugh, and continued to follow the police car ahead of them for another thirty or so minutes before the brake lights came on, and Pedro slowed down to follow him into a turn.
CHAPTER 2
Both Pedroand Myrna paid attention as they drove into a driveway, and it wasn’t long before they looked at each other in confusion.
“Is that military men with guns? What type of place is this?” she asked him.
“I have no idea,” Pedro said as he slowed to a stop, and actually chuckled as he saw someone push one of the armed men to the side and started forward. No one stopped her, and he rolled down his window when she approached him.
“Hey, Kid, what’s up with the military team?”
“Protection. Sheriff Jim called Erin, she called Clark, he called the guys.” The woman looked past Pedro and nodded as she gave a small wave. “Hi, I’m Faith, I’m the resident jockey here at New Double.”
“I’m Myrna Trenton.”
“Hi, Myrna.” She smiled then looked at Pedro. “You have horses?” Her question contained glee, and she rubbed her hands together as she laughed.
“Two, mine and Myrna’s.”
“Okay,” Faith said with a nod. She looked around and grinned when someone drove a golf cart directly at them, then stopped. The man looked to be in his nineties, and he grinned at them.
“That’s Ducky, follow him so we can get the horses into quarantine. They will be in the same barn, but not the same pen.” She started to step off the running board, but whipped back around and looked at Myrna. “Rest assured, you and your horse will be safe here. Those military men?”
“Yes?”
“They are all former military, SEALs, Marines, and even The National Guard, and I believe Ann is former Army, I’m not sure which one though. We can all explain it to you later, but you will be safe here. Trust me.”
“Thank you.” Myrna didn’t know if it was Faith’s words, look of utter confidence, or her actions, but she started to relax when she realized she might actually be safe for the first time in a long time.
Pedro shook his head with a grin when Faith hopped down from the truck, then looked over at Myrna when he put the truck in gear to follow the old man in the golf cart. “That is Faith, I’ve known her since she was eighteen-years-old.”
“Impossible, she’s barely fifteen.”
“Nope, I think she’ll be thirty-nine on her next birthday.”
Myrna looked at him like he had grown several heads, and said that the sky was green.
Pedro laughed, “It’s true, and the military guy she shoved to the side?”
“Yes, what about him?”
