A False Start (Gold Rush Ranch, #4)

by Elsie Silver

I spin to see who’s coming my way, I see Griffin. Leading the beautiful and sore, dark bay horse beside him. “What are you doing?” I sniff as he struts straight up to me, holding out the tattered red rope that’s attached to the gelding’s leather halter. “Here.” He can barely hold my gaze. Probably because I terrified him with my meltdown. I take the rope, confusion etched on my features. “Why?” “Because he’s yours now.” “What?” Disbelief paints my tone as my head swivels between the broody horse and the broody man who just handed him to me. “You bought me a horse?” “He’s sorta broken.” He bought me a horse. My eyes flit down to the pink skin at the center of the horse’s white nose as emotion wells up in me again, my brain stumbling along, trying to make sense of the last fifteen minutes of my life. I don’t know what to say to his comment, so all I say as I stroke my new horse’s nose is, “That’s okay. So am I.”