He laughs, and the deep sound rolls through the quiet night.
“You’re safe with me, Doc.”
“That’s what serial killers say.”
He gestures toward the cabin. “Boots.”
I should probably say no, but we both know I’m going with him, so I let out a sigh and head inside to get dressed. “Give me two minutes.”
“Take your time.”
I disappear inside.
Five minutes later, I’m pulling my boots on. My hair is piled on my head in a messy topknot.
I grab a hoodie from my closet and tie it around my waist. When I step back outside, Axle’s smile returns.
“Where are we going?” I ask again.
“You’ll see.”
I lock my door and slide the keys under the doormat. Then I step down next to Johnny. The horse is enormous.
Johnny lowers his head.
I reach out cautiously, and his velvet nose brushes my palm. Instantly reducing some of my anxiety.
“Hi, big fella,” I whisper.
Johnny nudges my shoulder, and my heart melts as I scratch behind his ears.
“Aren’t you adorable?”
June lets out a whimper and lets me know she wants some loving too.
“Come here, girl,” I say as I move closer.
I offer my hand for her to smell. She raises her head instantly, and I run my fingers down her muzzle.
“You ready?” Axle asks.
I glance at the saddle. Then back at June’s face. Then at the saddle again.
“It’s like riding a bike.”
Easy for him to say. The man practically rode out of the womb on horseback.
He places a hand on June’s neck. “She’s a gentle giant.” The horse flicks an ear. “And I’ll be right beside you.”
Something about the certainty in his voice calms me. He cups my waist and waits for me to nod. His hands tighten slightly. Then, I’m airborne, and the next second, I’m seated in the saddle.
A few moments later, he’s mounted on Johnny.
The gelding dances beneath him, excited and eager, just like his rider—both powerful and confident.
“Ready, Doc?”
“I guess.”
