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The small crowd of people had all left before he moved. None had really acknowledged him up here and it suited the man just fine. He wasn’t of the conversational sort and basically just spoke if it was important or if someone asked him something but when he spoke it often made up for his lack of words otherwise. He certainly wasn’t keen on talking to Carter, not that the man would talk willingly either. Willy made his way back to the barns. He could always trust the horses to remove any negative feelings. The mare Stevi had been on, it had been a familiarly face. He smiled at the memory. Cleo.

Carter had almost gotten away with it…it had been very close. What would have happened if Willy hadn’t been there? Who knows what fate would have been for the horse then. He stepped in through the barn doors and let his nose fill with the smell of horse and straw. He heard one horse neigh in his direction, it made him smile and it lit up his features. How people could – willingly – sit behind a desk for so many hours a day was so strange…when you had all this.

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A soft whistle, then followed by gentle tone from a pair of sensual, chiseled lips made several pair of ears listen eagerly. There was however a special pair of ears the sound had addressed and the eyes of the horse the ears belonged to glittered as the man approached her box.

“Hey C-baby…slept well have we? Just look at you girl, you have straw in your mane and tail…what would Stevi say…you know you are named after a queen right…”

He slipped into the box. After letting the mare check him over he removed the straw. The mare nibbled him softly, a muscular lip searched after his pockets after the treats she knew he had. Willy chuckled and took a soft hold of the horse’s upper lip. He let his finger scritch it in a tickling way.

“What have we said about that C? You know you will get one…and only one piece afterwards…no begging…”

At that the mare snorted and turned around, like she was pouting. Her ears were slightly turned backwards but Willy knew she wasn’t angry with him. Not in the way she had been with Carter…no way near that. Cleo loved him, not way near the way she loved Stevi, but in another way. He wished he knew what the other man had done to the horse. Now he had nothing to work with. On the other hand…if the horse was near Stevi…and if Carter would come around…the woman would be safe…

The horse and his friendship had started out in play…his wish to see if the horse could learn simple tricks…like the tricks some dogs did on the circus. Cleo had turned out to be smart and learned things almost as fast as he showed her. Sitting, bowing and playing dead were her favourites to perform.

Visiting the horse had brought back many memories from his past, both good and bad. He put a hand on the baycolored rump. He knew the horse’s soft spots and how to get on her good side again. Slowly he started to move his fingers. The horse let out a huff and a grunt. Willy smiled and that loosened his troubled frown and made his fine chiseled feature shine with a certain glow. He knew she liked this and he knew that the mare’s upper lip probably wiggled and moved as a response to his scratching.

Willy leaned himself against the box wall and sighed. Today it was seventeen years since the fire and four years since he lost….he let out another sigh…his life would have been different…but fate would have it had happened on the same date…maybe that had been why he hadn’t paid enough attention four years ago. He should have known, should have guessed what was about to happen…especially with all the “subtle” hints Carter had given that day… Nobody really knew about it…since he never really spoke of himself…it was really just Jeremy Weatherride that knew about his family, mostly because they had gone in the same school and everything…

If Carter and Owen…if that hadn’t happened…then…then maybe he had been a successful jockey. He had the size to be one that was for sure. It had been so typical. He had just…finally…been given the ok the day before, finally after months of showing his worth at the local track, showing how he could work with horses that was “special”, showing his strength as an exerciserider, never late, never sick…always there, reliable…but now, nobody would hire him when he couldn’t.

The man tightened his fist as felt his blood boil. There was no lie it was Carters fault…and Owen…but somehow they had something on the local police that had gotten the case and…nothing really happened…it was written off like a “mishap” and “accident” even with the evidence and Stevi’s version. Clarice…at that time she hadn’t spoken up… He swallowed…it was no use getting angry….it was….the past…you couldn’t change it anyway so it was no point dwelling there… He had tried to ride after…hardly three days after ”the accident”…but…Mike had paid part of the price of his failure…he owed it to him to keep on going…and…to give up what he loved…now he needed another way to make a living…for him...and for Mike's sake.

Another sigh and he stepped out. It was almost time for Stevi’s visit, she usually came about the same time every day…after the rush at the B&B had calmed down…it was her horse and he didn’t really have a right to be here.

He wasn’t sure what to do anymore. Ben would have moved on with his life…he would have jeered and called him a baby. He would have said it was time for him to settle down and not to be such a baboon about that woman “issue” he had. A sad smile showed on his lips. Ben said it was a big brothers job to tease a younger brother. Four minutes apparently gave Ben that right…and Amy…she would probably…

At that moment, the mare let out a neigh and Willy suddenly found himself embraced and with a similar squeal of happiness the mare had let out ringing in his ear…

...To be continued here....
Of Lawyers and Legalities OF LAWYERS AND LEGALITIES

Stevi had just gotten back from the local clinic. Harry was carrying in a couple of bags from the car and into the kitchen. Stuff that Martha had requested since Stevi had been going into town. Though Stevi had just gotten the cast off, the doctor had recommended using the crutches for a couple of more days – just until she felt comfortable walking on her own. So, Harry had volunteered himself to carry the bags, so that Stevi wouldn't have to struggle with the balancing act.

"Thank you Harry," Stevi smiled as he hurried back out for the last couple of bags and she shut the car door once he had them out, "Y

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The small crowd of people had all left before he moved. None had really acknowledged him up here and it suited the man just fine. He wasn’t of the conversational sort and basically just spoke if it was important or if someone asked him something but when he spoke it often made up for his lack of words otherwise. He certainly wasn’t keen on talking to Carter, not that the man would talk willingly either. Willy made his way back to the barns. He could always trust the horses to remove any negative feelings. The mare Stevi had been on, it had been a familiarly face. He smiled at the memory. Cleo.

Carter had almost gotten away with it…it had been very close. What would have happened if Willy hadn’t been there? Who knows what fate would have been for the horse then. He stepped in through the barn doors and let his nose fill with the smell of horse and straw. He heard one horse neigh in his direction, it made him smile and it lit up his features. How people could – willingly – sit behind a desk for so many hours a day was so strange…when you had all this.

----

A soft whistle, then followed by gentle tone from a pair of sensual, chiseled lips made several pair of ears listen eagerly. There was however a special pair of ears the sound had addressed and the eyes of the horse the ears belonged to glittered as the man approached her box.

“Hey C-baby…slept well have we? Just look at you girl, you have straw in your mane and tail…what would Stevi say…you know you are named after a queen right…”

He slipped into the box. After letting the mare check him over he removed the straw. The mare nibbled him softly, a muscular lip searched after his pockets after the treats she knew he had. Willy chuckled and took a soft hold of the horse’s upper lip. He let his finger scritch it in a tickling way.

“What have we said about that C? You know you will get one…and only one piece afterwards…no begging…”

At that the mare snorted and turned around, like she was pouting. Her ears were slightly turned backwards but Willy knew she wasn’t angry with him. Not in the way she had been with Carter…no way near that. Cleo loved him, not way near the way she loved Stevi, but in another way. He wished he knew what the other man had done to the horse. Now he had nothing to work with. On the other hand…if the horse was near Stevi…and if Carter would come around…the woman would be safe…

The horse and his friendship had started out in play…his wish to see if the horse could learn simple tricks…like the tricks some dogs did on the circus. Cleo had turned out to be smart and learned things almost as fast as he showed her. Sitting, bowing and playing dead were her favourites to perform.

Visiting the horse had brought back many memories from his past, both good and bad. He put a hand on the baycolored rump. He knew the horse’s soft spots and how to get on her good side again. Slowly he started to move his fingers. The horse let out a huff and a grunt. Willy smiled and that loosened his troubled frown and made his fine chiseled feature shine with a certain glow. He knew she liked this and he knew that the mare’s upper lip probably wiggled and moved as a response to his scratching.

Willy leaned himself against the box wall and sighed. Today it was seventeen years since the fire and four years since he lost….he let out another sigh…his life would have been different…but fate would have it had happened on the same date…maybe that had been why he hadn’t paid enough attention four years ago. He should have known, should have guessed what was about to happen…especially with all the “subtle” hints Carter had given that day… Nobody really knew about it…since he never really spoke of himself…it was really just Jeremy Weatherride that knew about his family, mostly because they had gone in the same school and everything…

If Carter and Owen…if that hadn’t happened…then…then maybe he had been a successful jockey. He had the size to be one that was for sure. It had been so typical. He had just…finally…been given the ok the day before, finally after months of showing his worth at the local track, showing how he could work with horses that was “special”, showing his strength as an exerciserider, never late, never sick…always there, reliable…but now, nobody would hire him when he couldn’t.

The man tightened his fist as felt his blood boil. There was no lie it was Carters fault…and Owen…but somehow they had something on the local police that had gotten the case and…nothing really happened…it was written off like a “mishap” and “accident” even with the evidence and Stevi’s version. Clarice…at that time she hadn’t spoken up… He swallowed…it was no use getting angry….it was….the past…you couldn’t change it anyway so it was no point dwelling there… He had tried to ride after…hardly three days after ”the accident”…but…Mike had paid part of the price of his failure…he owed it to him to keep on going…and…to give up what he loved…now he needed another way to make a living…for him...and for Mike's sake.

Another sigh and he stepped out. It was almost time for Stevi’s visit, she usually came about the same time every day…after the rush at the B&B had calmed down…it was her horse and he didn’t really have a right to be here.

He wasn’t sure what to do anymore. Ben would have moved on with his life…he would have jeered and called him a baby. He would have said it was time for him to settle down and not to be such a baboon about that woman “issue” he had. A sad smile showed on his lips. Ben said it was a big brothers job to tease a younger brother. Four minutes apparently gave Ben that right…and Amy…she would probably…

At that moment, the mare let out a neigh and Willy suddenly found himself embraced and with a similar squeal of happiness the mare had let out ringing in his ear…

...To be continued here....
Of Lawyers and Legalities OF LAWYERS AND LEGALITIES

Stevi had just gotten back from the local clinic. Harry was carrying in a couple of bags from the car and into the kitchen. Stuff that Martha had requested since Stevi had been going into town. Though Stevi had just gotten the cast off, the doctor had recommended using the crutches for a couple of more days – just until she felt comfortable walking on her own. So, Harry had volunteered himself to carry the bags, so that Stevi wouldn't have to struggle with the balancing act.

"Thank you Harry," Stevi smiled as he hurried back out for the last couple of bags and she shut the car door once he had them out, "Y

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