After Asa’s call, I went to check on the animals. An early snow threatened, which was strange because we usually didn’t have much snow until January and February. “What do you think, Baby? Are we going to get a white Thanksgiving?”
Ignoring me, Baby ran ahead to the horse barn. Most of the horses were still out in the pastures, but I had put my horse, Morning Glory, up in a stall because I wanted to wash and groom her again. I didn’t like her dirty. “Hey, Glory. I have some peppermints for you,” I called out, but when I got to her stall, she was gone.
My heart dropped.
A note was hanging on Glory’s tack by the stall door.
Josiah,
I have Morning Glory. Don’t worry about her. See you at Thanksgiving. Miss you. Hunter.
Hunter took back my horse! Calm down. Calm down. He said he was going to have Morning Glory retrained after I fell off, so maybe that’s what he was doing with her. Jumping Jehoshaphat! He could have given me a heads up. Guess Hunter was still angry. Hope he gets over it by Thanksgiving, so we could share a pleasant meal. I was ready to kill, oops, I mean kiss and makeup. Freudian slip there.
He did say he missed me in the note.
I missed him, too. There. I said it. Here’s another thing—I hoped we could repair the rift between us. Hunter was a lovely man, and I did understand his point of view.
I was just going to have to lie better in the future, so Hunter wouldn’t worry because he would bust a gut if he knew what I was up to.
Yeah, lying. That’s the ticket.