This scene, from my WIP Ice Queen, follows the one from last week. Here we are in Jessica Sale’s POV as she evaluates the mode of transportation Justin has provided.
With a nod of approval nor another word she spun on her heel and marched over to where the horses awaited. Now more relaxed that people were around.
With a discerning eye she looked over both animals and was pleased with what she saw. Short, stocky with deep chests and powerful hindquarters. Long flowing manes and tails, both well-tended which spoke a lot about the owner. If he took this much care with his horses then she knew he’d have the perfect items for her.
The crunch of feet on the gravel signaled his arrival. “This one’s called Jake,” he said, untying the sorrel. “And this one’s Cory.” The deep brown glossy coat with the requisite black mane and tail of the bay attracted her attention.
“I’ll take Cory,” she said stepping around Justin and the proffered split reins of Jake. With practiced ease she adjusted the stirrups to her length before checking to make sure the cinch was tight.
She loosely wrapped one of the split reins around the saddle horn and led Cory a few feet from her car.
“Need a leg up?” Justin asked from where he was holding the other horse.
“The day I need help getting in a saddle is the day I’ll be planted six feet under, toes up,” she quipped.
With practiced ease, left hand on the horn the other resting on the cantle, she swung up into the saddle and set her feet in the stirrups. “Now,” she waited for him to get settled on his horse. “I love to see what I came to buy and I’m guessing this is the only way to get there.”
“But first I’d love to see what this bad boy can do.”
With the barest flick of her wrist she backed Cory five paces past Justin, then lowered her hand bringing the powerful quarter horse to a halt. With her eyes focused on his ears, she rotated her hand until it was thumb up, at the same time barely touched his left side with her calf. Her face lit as he started to spin to the right. After two rotations she centered her hand simultaneously releasing her leg from his side.
She recentered herself in the saddle, wishing it fit her better, then repeated the exercise to the left. This time for three spins so Cory wouldn’t expect to stop after two.
Jessica, with a shit eaten grin on her face, glanced over to Justin who sat comfortably on his saddle, left leg hooked over the saddle horn. “Nicely trained,” she commented, while with rein hand centered over the horse, tapped his right side with her leg. As he sidestepped to Jake and his rider she nodded. “Correction. Very well trained. Seems to have a little dressage training in him also.”
Former Army Sergeant Sandi Charleston, diagnosed with PTSD and homeless barely survives day to day. By a miracle of fate she meets Taz, a uniquely special collie, who helps turn her life around.
Only through him does she find the courage to go head to head with her worst enemy-terrorist bent on mass destruction.
Bound by a special love to help and protect each other, side by side these two unlikely partners willingly march forward into battle. A fight to the death neither is sure can be won but fighting as one they will try to.
Kidnapped and forced to reveal what she knows Sandi realizes there is only one individual who can save her from certain death. It’s not the government but her new best buddy.
Together they defeat the enemy proving once again that battle buddies come in all shapes and breeds.
Rescued, Sandi finally realizes that there is a new and better life for her as long as Taz is part of it.
A COLLIE RESCUE