"Heels down. Knees, Joey. That's the way. You're a team, remember. Looking good. Much better."
She moved closer, tapped the heels of one of her two boys.
He grinned and turned them down.
Oh, yes, much better, she thought.
A month before Willy had jerked like a puppet
every time she'd touched him.
It was all about trust.
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It’s this cycle of compassion — from human to animal and earth and back again — that Cacciatore hopes will be the heartbeat here.
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"Did you notice the little guy, dark hair and eyes? He rides Teddy."
"Aye. He has good form, and he's cheerful about it."
"He is now. He was a scared little rabbit when Keeley took him on." Sarah swung into the stables, headed directly for the tack room.
"Afraid of horses?"
"Of everything. I don't know how people can do that to a child. I'll never understand it."
"Do what?"
She chose her tack, murmuring a thanks when Brian took the saddle from her. "Hurt them."
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"Aye. He has good form, and he's cheerful about it."
"He is now. He was a scared little rabbit when Keeley took him on." Sarah swung into the stables, headed directly for the tack room.
"Afraid of horses?"
"Of everything. I don't know how people can do that to a child. I'll never understand it."
"Do what?"
She chose her tack, murmuring a thanks when Brian took the saddle from her. "Hurt them."
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