Fallen Angel by Melissa Jones Read Free Book Online

had the time to spend and if it meant saving the little filly she would spend every minute in the barn.  “After the first month or so she can start eating some grass, then it will get easier.”  Ella continued oblivious to Angelica’s thoughts.
                 
    Angelica found Luke sitting in the stall feeding the foal when she returned to the barn.
    “How is she doing?” Angelica entered the stall and took the bottle from Luke’s hand. He looked a bit surprised but she just acted as if it were the normal thing. She didn’t want the foal to disrupt his life in any way if she could help it.
    “She has great color and I’ve never seen a horse with blue eyes before.” Luke said watching as she ran her hand over the foal’s neck.
    “She is beautiful.” Angelica said softly.
    “Well I got stuff to do.” He turned and walked out of the barn without another word and Angelica almost laughed.  She looked back at the foal who was still eagerly suckling at the bottle she was holding.
    “You are beautiful , and you have beautiful eyes.” She said looking into the crystal blue eye of the foal.
    “They say talking to yourself is the first sign you’re losing it.” Angelica looked over her shoulder and saw Tom looking over the stall door.  She smiled.
    “I wasn’t talking to myself I was talking to her.” She indicated the foal. “And I know plenty of cowboys talk to their horses.”
    “Can’t argue with that.” Tom chuckled.  “She is a little beauty, I wonder if she’ ll have her dam’s temperament.”
    “She will be just as sweet as her mama.” Angelica said confidently. The foal stopped suckling seeming to have drank her fill. 
    “She’s going to need exercise. “
    “I know, I was thinking about that. I wonder if there is a halter around here small enough for her.”
    “I don’t think we have one that small but George could make one. He is pretty good with leather.”
    “Really,” Angelica’s eyebrows rose, “do you think he would show me how?”
    “I don’t see why not. He’s in the bunk house. I’ll go ask him.”  When Tom returned a few minutes later George was with him and the foal had settled back down into her straw bed.
    “Tom tells me you want to make a halter for the little one.”
    “Yes, but I don’t want to intrude if you have other things you are doing.”
    “It’s alright I’ve got some time.” Angelica followed him to the tack room and she listened closely as he showed her how to braid the leather together and how she would need to join the pieces for the halter.
    “That looks great, you’re a natural.” George praised and Angelica beamed.  “ The boss is the fastest, but I think with a little practice you could beat him.”
    “Beat h im? Do you have competitions?” she asked, slightly confused by his choice of words. George grinned.
    “Course we do, we compete over everything, fastest rope, fastest ride, fastest brand , fastest cut. There is a time and place for everything of course, if the boss caught us competing when we weren’t supposed to he’d have our hides. It makes life interesting though.”
    “Is everything about being the fastest?” She asked. George thought for a minute.
    “I’d like to say no but at the moment I can’t think of anything that isn’t about being the fastest.” Angelica laughed and George grinned.  The foal stood up on wobbly legs and took a few steps toward her.
    “Oh look who’s up. Let’s see if this fits.” She slipped the halter over the foals head and tightened it, then attached a rope.  Angelica stepped back and pulled on the rope just a bit. The foal stayed rooted to the spot seemingly unwilling to move at all. “Oh you are going to be a stubborn one aren’t you?” She laughed. She picked up the bottle and held it out to the foal. The foal walked forward toward the bottle and Angelica backed out of the stall making the foal follow her. George and Tom continued to watch her both looking