“Because I want you to enjoy yourself,” he replied flatly and his tone brooked no argument.
He cupped his hands and helped Cassie up into the saddle. As she took the reins in her little hands, she grinned at Danny. “Race you to the lake.”
“Cassie! We’ll have none of that,” Wes said sharply and quickly helped wide-eyed Danny mount the other pony. “I’ll keep the reins for a while, Danny,” he said reassuringly. “We’ll just go for a nice walk.”
As Caroline led the sorrel mare out of the barn, Wes watched. There was an easy, confident stride in her movement that pleased him. Nothing about her was showy or pretentious. Deftly she arrange the reins in her hands and patted the mare’s neck. As Wes watched her swing easily into the saddle, he smiled to himself.
She hadn’t lied. She settled back in the saddle as if she were born to it.
Maybe they could go for a real ride before he left, he mused. He’d like to take her up one of the rugged trails and show her God’s country from the top of a mountain ridge.
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