Different Sizes, Chapter One
Moss pulled onto the exit listed as 37B, or Seashell Pass, as the grinding of her car's engine only seemed to get worse. Already having been on the road for two hours, the smell of fresh sea water and the sound of distant pier music told her this...
Saddled
I lift the bale of hay and toss it over the fence. It lands with a soft crash, tumbling down as I turn for the next. "I can't even imagine what that's like. You said how many guys?" Carter shakes his head. For a stallion, his mane's buzzed pretty...