The sun was low on the horizon. Three horses trotted on a dusty path at a brisk pace.

On the left was Damon's stallion, Friar, a chestnut dun fjord, one of the friendly breeds of the grasslands that he purchased from Cuppa.

Felicity, in the middle, had brought a horse that she had raised on her farm, a gorgeous creme buckskin. She had named it Silver, after its shiny overcoat. Silver had gray eyes as a foal, which had now turned amber.

The men had listened to her talk about ...