Promise Canyon by Robyn Carr Page A

breeding is excellent. Damn, but that’s a fine-looking horse.” Clay sighed appreciatively, almost reverently. “Get me the owner’s phone number, Nathaniel. Since Miss Norton can’t return him, there’s no reason for the previous owner to keep secrets.”
    “Ahhh, how about the lawsuit reason? What if something happened to render the animal unfit and the owner didn’t come clean before the sale?”
    “I’m not worried about that,” Clay said. “I have an old tried-and-true Navajo method of getting to the truth.”
    “Is that a fact? And what would that be?”
    He took a leisurely sip of his coffee. “Listening like a horse,” he said with a sly grin. “Nathaniel,” he said, once again serious, leaning toward his friend, “will you leave the colt to me? It will require patience.”
    Nate just smiled and said, “He’s all yours.”
     
    Lilly made it a point to drive to the Jensen clinic before work started at the feed store on the days she wouldn’t be delivering. She liked to check up on Blue; in just days it was clear she was thriving. Before a week was out she’d been integrated with the Jensen horses in the big pasture. No surprise, she fit in. Lilly had known from the first time she touched her, she was an amiable mare who could get along with anyone.
    It was a bonus to watch what Clay was doing with the stud colt in the round pen. It looked like the two of them were taking it real, real slow. Clay haltered him and after the colt had time to work off some steam from being pent up in the stallion pen, Clay worked him out on the lead rope, taking turns running him in larger then smaller circles. At intervals, he’d pull the colt in and talk to him a bit, touch him. Sometimes Streak seemed to go along with that idea; sometimes he resisted.
    But what was fascinating was the way Clay managed the horse—his focus was amazing. Lilly was sure he had never once noticed she watched.
    “How’s it going, girlfriend?”
    Lilly turned and found Annie boosted up on a rail beside her, watching Streak with her.
    “Never better, Annie. How about you?”
    “Busy and happy. I see you know our newest guest….” Lilly simply nodded, unsure whether Annie meant Streak or Clay. “He’s coming along. You should’ve seen him the first day.”
    “The horse or the new assistant?” Lilly asked with a laugh.
    “They’re both acclimating well, I think.”
    “I noticed you put Blue in the big pasture with your horses. They seem to be getting along.”
    “Very well. She’s a good horse.”
    “I’ve been meaning to talk to Nate about her….”
    “Talk to me,” Annie said.
    “I called some people and put up a notice on Yaz’s bulletin board, but there hasn’t been any response yet. I think if anyone saw her, they’d jump on a chance to adopt her. And if they met her… By the way, what does it cost to board here?”
    “Without training, feed, grooming, et cetera? Three hundred a month,” Annie said. “Listen, you’re not kidding me—you like her. A lot.”
    Lilly shook her head. “But three hundred is out of my range.”
    Annie turned toward her. “Still, the two of you are good together. And I bet owning your own horse would be perfect for you. And this one—you wouldn’t have to buy her—just run some ads saying you found her and if she has an owner, give them a chance to claim her. If no one responds to the ads, she’s yours.”
    “I’ve never even imagined I could own a horse,” she said. “When I was a kid I was surrounded by horses, took some instruction from the neighbor—I think Yaz worked out a barter or something. Since moving here, I’ve only ridden a few times. I have a lot going on between my job, my house and my grandpa’s place.”
    “I know,” Annie said. “We could put a saddle on her for you,” she offered.
    “No, let’s not do that,” Lilly said. “I’m on a tight budget. Not a good time to fall in love.” She smiled at Annie. “I better get to the feed store.