Shane ( Horse Whisperer Novel Book 2) by Carol Devine

Author:Carol Devine [Devine, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-16T18:30:00+00:00

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"You're doing it wrong."

Mariah threw her gloved hands up in defeat. It only served to irritate Shane further. Both wearing jeans, cowboy boots and flannel shirts, they were standing in the middle of the round pen, working a young Palomino colt together.

"According to you, I do everything wrong. I'm a rookie, a greenhorn, a wet-behind-the-ears pile of elephant dung."

Shane readjusted the lunge line and handed back the looped circle of rope. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself and try it again."

She peeled off her leather work gloves. "No, I've done this long enough. I quit."

She stalked to the house and told the nanny to take the rest of the week off, but to show up at 8 a.m. Monday morning for a five hour shift.

Mariah made silly faces at Cassie, who was in her bouncy chair. She wiggled and babbled, practicing her latest smiling skills. Mariah tweaked the baby nose.

Twenty-five hours a week, she was taking. She didn't care what Shane said. He owed her five extra hours just for putting her through the torture of listening to him bark orders at people for the last week and a half. Including her.

How did Ana and his other employees do it? He was such a perfectionist. Everything had to be done exactly right when it came to the caring, the feeding, the cleaning, the mucking out, the breeding, the training, the grooming, the handling of his horses.

Mariah had never seen this side of him before, never seen him inspect an employee's work, jumping in to correct, to re-do or re-teach. He scolded or sometimes even cussed a person out. In the face of his involvement in every facet of his business, patience was not his strength. She'd never seen him be utterly grim in the face of adversity, either, like yesterday, when a favorite mare gave birth to a dead foal.

Part of her kept thinking he'd find a way to make light of it, like he did so many things. She tried to tell him, birth and death were part of life. He simply stared at her, unwilling to acknowledge the truth of her words. He even nitpicked about Bird and the same human realities.

As she continued to play happy face with Cassie, Mariah dwelt for a moment on Bird. She'd become resigned to her sour belief that, toting his tattered Bible to the pearly gates, he'd met the angels and talked his way into heaven. He was with her mother now.

Mariah knew the simplistic story came from her weary, addled, post-pregnancy brain, but it seemed like it had to be true. Because he'd repented his sins in the seconds before he died, he would have been absolved as Jesus promised. He would have made it past St. Peter, guard at the gate, with a clean, unsullied slate. Despite the mean and criminal things he did, he was welcomed, forgiven. He sinned, yes, but he sinned for love, love for a woman who had left this earth long before him.

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