Brenda Mott - Sarah's Legacy

“I’d love to.” Bailey nodded toward the dog. “Let me feed him and change my clothes first.”

A short while later she stood dressed in Levi’s, a sleeveless blouse and, to Trent’s surprise, cowboy boots. He raised his eyebrows. “You actually own a pair of boots?” Somehow, he’d expected her to ride in tennis shoes, which was dangerous and exactly the type of fool thing he’d thought a woman like her would do.

Bailey eyed the toes of her black boots. “Sure I do. I told you I’ve been taking riding lessons.”

Trent grunted and led the way across her pasture, toward the gap in the fence. The route was quickly becoming familiar and comfortable. It was a good thing the fence would be back up soon, putting an end to that.

In the barn, Trent gathered the tack and grooming tools they would need, then set them outside near the hitching post. Halters in hand, he and Bailey headed for the pasture. They brought back the horses she was interested in and worked them in the arena. Somehow, he wasn’t surprised when, after riding all of them, Bailey chose Star.

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