Right behind him was a dark brown horse with a worn leather saddle, reins dragging in the dust\u2014and Barley had the reins in his mouth like he was proudly walking it home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stood there, hammer in one hand, trying to figure out if I was hallucinating. We don\u2019t own a horse. Not anymore. Hadn\u2019t since my uncle passed and we sold off most of the livestock.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Right behind him was a dark brown horse with a worn leather saddle, reins dragging in the dust\u2014and Barley had the reins in his mouth like he was proudly walking it home. I stood there, hammer in one hand, trying to figure out if I was hallucinating. We don\u2019t own a horse. Not anymore. Hadn\u2019t…<\/p>\n