“Whose idea was it to get this horse?” Whinfrey muttered under her breath.Whinfrey, Zeppora, and Zachary stood on the far side of the stable pasture, awe written plainly across their faces. In the field, a one-year-old stallion—a young, freckly-white Loshenka colt—was recklessly frolicking through the mud-soaked grass. The handlers were splattered with dirt, mud, and whatever other mysterious...
