The metal gate of the quarantine pen creaked as Cheyenne swung it closed. She hooked it up and stepped to the side to hang the lead rope in her hand. A sigh escaped her lips. This was the easiest horse she’d ever shipped, but not for the right reasons. She watched as the horse, affectionately nicknamed Toffee due to his layers of orange and brown colors, slowly walked the perimeter of the paddock and took in his new surroundings. He had the slightest hint of c...
