“Horses need packing. There’s a group arriving in an hour.” The stony-faced man barks after his son, still glaring at me. He seems angry at Kayce, and isn’t moving from the doorway either, effectively barring me from entering his house. I’m trapped right in the middle of something I don’t want to understand. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll get to it later.” Kayce shrugs him off and I cringe. He’s a dick to his father too, how predictable. “Later won’t cut it. They should have been sorted out by now. Tonight’s group booked a twilight ride.” “I got busy.” Kayce wanders back over and attempts to press a beer
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