She could tell he was wavering and had to suppress a grin. “And horses eat grass, right? She’ll find plenty of that along the road.” “I’ve been around horses, some. Not much, but enough to know they need more than just grass.” “How do wild horses survive, then?”  Justin swore under his breath and turned the wagon around. “I’m going to the goddamn feed store.” As he walked away, she heard him mutter, “. . . Pied Piper of the Apocalypse . . .

Auteur: Lissa Bryan