“You seemed to click with Pressman pretty well,” she said. “Some horses you get comfortable with right away, others take time. Sort of like driving a strange car. You got to figure out how much gas to give it.”
“And there’re some you never want to get used to. But I really liked him.”
Vee smiled. “He’s a good guy. Was my jumper horse for years.”
“So he’s a horse you clicked with.” Cory tried out Vee’s expression.
“Sure. He wasn’t too complicated a ride and has a generous nature.” Vee stared at the halter in her hands like she was remembering something. Cory was about to leave when Vee continued, “But then there’s that one horse you really click with. The once-in-a-lifetime horse.” Her eyes moved away from Cory’s face and scanned the row of saddles.
“So Pressman wasn’t your once-in-a-lifetime horse?”
“No. He’s a great guy—don’t get me wrong—but not the one.”
Cory stifled a snort. “Sounds like you’re talking about a boyfriend instead of a horse.”
One side of Vee’s mouth turned upwards. “Yeah, it’s kind of the same thing. You find that one you really love and everything goes great when you’re together. The horse almost reads your mind. He forgives your mistakes and even saves your butt when you screw up. Only thing is, it’s tough if he isn’t your horse. It’s as bad as falling in love with someone else’s husband.”
“Someone else owned him?”
“Owned a piece of him.”
“So what happened to him? Where’s he now?”
Vee turned quickly to adjust the reins on a bridle hanging along the wall. “Dead now.” She looked back, like she wanted to say something else, but instead gathered the tack she needed for her next ride.
Cory felt the air go out of the room. Vee didn’t seem to want to look at her and was busy piling saddle pads and girths across her arm. Did she say something wrong?
“I’ll head home now.”
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