‘I see you made a new friend.’ ‘Huh? Oh.’ Jay realised his horse was nudging him affectionately. ‘Ain’t he amazin? His name’s Khyber.’ ‘And whose is he? Sorry, whose was he?’ ‘He’s mine. I reckon he’s always been mine.’ ‘Really? Sorry, I guess I thought you’d be riding some dusty old mare on its last legs.’ ‘So did I, before I remembered I had him.’ ‘So you are remembering things.’ ‘Took me long enough. One more tiny piece of the puzzle. I spent all day ridin him yesterday. It felt like I was born to ride him.’
