He laughed, “I bet it has! And that’s ok, Ava, I understand. You’re the horsewoman, you do whatever you think is best for that horse. How I see it, he saved both our lives today!” I smiled. That he had. I finished untacking him and set the saddle and and bridle down on a falled tree, then offered the saddle blanket to the hunter, “Here, you can use this if you want. It’s lucky I was riding western today or you’d only have a pillow!”
“I’m not even gonna pretend to understand that, missy, and you just keep that blanket. I’ll be fine, it’s gonna be a warm night.” He stood up and walked around a little bit. I looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time. He was short and skinny, looked about 40, with smile wrinkles and a plaid shirt. He had thinning brown hair and green eyes that hid under half closed lids and thick lashes. I grabbed the saddle blanket and started rubbing Cirrus down. I guessed I wasn’t going home that night.