Word Count: 96,044
Summary of Events:
Ian had another nightmare that actually prompted him to ponder contacting his ex-wife, but he had his doubts her number was still the same, so he went back to bed. Taylor went out for a long ride before running into Whitney's nephew when he got back; the two quickly got into an argument that was halted when Whitney reminded Taylor he was late for a fitting with Irene. Elianne and her mom's dad passed through the Peace River valley and the town of Taylor before arriving at her grandparents' farm . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
A typical red barn with white trim and a black roof stood squarely at the end of the driveway, fenced pastures lay to the right side, while to the left was nestled a small, cosy house with warm light glowing from the windows and smoke trailing from the chimney was to the left.
According to the light shining beside the front door that was, surprisingly, far off to the left side of the house’s front while the steps onto the veranda were centred, the house was blue, with white trims.
They drove past the house to the front of the barn, where, with skilful manoeuvring, Mom’s dad turned the truck around so the trailer was squarely facing the sliding door centred at the bottom.
He shut off the truck and Elianne got out with him, grateful to be no longer sitting, and went around behind the trailer.
She waited as he unlocked and slid open the barn door, turning on warm lights inside, before opening the trailer door.
“Go in,” he said. “Don’t forget to speak to her.”
“Enya,” Elianne said softly.
She saw an ear flick in her direction.
“Hey,” Elianne said softly, reaching up and touching Enya’s rump. “You ready to get out of this thing now?”
She made her way up to Enya’s head and untied the knot.
“Turn her around and lead her out forwards,” he said.
Elianne obeyed and led Enya out.
Enya lifted her head high and pricked her ears at once, looking concerned. Elianne felt concerned.
A horse’s head that was black, yet with a golden tinge to it somehow, came over a stall door and nickered.
“Here, let me,” he said.
Elianne willingly released the lead and watched from the entry as Mom’s dad led Enya toward the horse that had greeted her. Enya looked wary and not pleased to meet the horse at first, but after nosing, seemed to calm.
Mom’s dad led Enya to a stall at the far end whose door was open. Elianne hurried over and watched as Enya walked inside and sniffed everything carefully, taking a drink of water from the round basin that appeared to be inside something of a holder in the front corner.
Enya then turned to the trough full of lush, green hay that ran along the side wall of the stall which was shared with the stall next door, in which an older-looking bay skewbald stood, watching Enya with intrigue.
“There’s a bin of oats in the milk house, fill the scoop and bring her some,” Mom’s dad said. “I’ll get the tack.”
Elianne found a gap between stalls on the right hand side — working from the back — and followed that past a set of stairs and into a room with a lower ceiling than the rest of the barn that had one wall lined with two tiers of saddle racks, another with round bins that were labelled with their contents.
Finding the one labelled oats, Elianne filled the scoop and returned to Enya’s stall, where she slipped inside and sprinkled the oats across the hay so that Enya had to hunt for them.
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