Two heavy draft horses are tied to the back of the wagon I follow,their feet the size of dinner plates.They scare me,but make good cover,so I settle in between them.Massive heads turn toward me, snorting as I plod along amongst them.
I lift my chin.“’Sup there, horsey,dudes, fellas, … guys.” I pat one of the horse’s ginormous cheeks and smile. If horses can roll their eyes at stupid comments, I swear they do.

Autor: Julie Reece