it seems like a bad thing to a lot of people. But if an animal is too old, or sick, or broken down, thereâs not a whole lot you can do. Itâs sad, but itâs a fact of life.â
âBut what about the ones that are fine and healthy?â Jordan shoved her hands into her pockets and kicked at the ground, sure that she wasnât going to like the answer to her question. âThey can buy healthy animals, too?â
âYeah,â Jacob nodded. âThatâs the part I donât like. If thereâs no one in the audience willing to outbid the packers and buy a healthy horse, then the unlucky animal will go to the same place as the sick or injured ones.â He patted Star on the neck. âLetâs just hope thereâs someone here who wants to buy her and take her home to spoil her.â
Jordanâs shoulders slumped. She wished she could be the one to buy the mare. When she looked into the gentle brown eyes of the beautiful draft horse, she felt like crying. She reached out and straightened the horseâs long forelock. Star Gazer needed rescuing, but there wasnât a thing she could do to help.
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âThere you are,â Nicole said, making her way down the barn aisle toward Jordan. âAnd I see you found Jacob.â She pointed toward a stall at the end of the row, where he stood helping a customer.
âYou knew he worked here and you didnât tell me?â Jordan squeaked.
âI wanted it to be a surprise.â Nicole tossed her hands in the air and shouted, âSurprise!â She hiked her purse onto her shoulder and smirked. âI hope you two had a nice little conversation.â
âUgh!â Jordan smacked her palm to her forehead. âJacob caught me in a stall with a horse.â
âWhich stall? Which horse?â Nicole asked, amused at the situation even though Jordan looked like she wanted to crawl into a feed bin.
Just then, Star poked her head over the stall door and nuzzled Jordanâs hair.
Nicole jumped. âOh, my, I didnât see you!â she told the horse, then turned to Jordan. âYou mean this horse? Right here? With the big Do Not Enter sign over its head?â
Jordan nodded as she stroked the draft horseâs neck. âThat would be the one,â she said sheepishly.
âWell, they havenât booted you out yet, so I guess youâre probably okay,â Nicole said. âAndâ¦you got to see Jacob again.â
Star Gazer nuzzled Jordan once more and she happily turned her attention from the embarrassing encounter with Jacob back to the horse. âIsnât she beautiful?â Jordan brushed her hair back into place. âHer name is Star Gazer.â
She waved the flies off the horseâs face. âJacob said she came from the Sutton farm. Mr. Sutton didnât want her anymore, so he just threw her away.â She stared into the mareâs eyes, her heart aching for the big black mare. âI wish I could buy her, but Jacob says sheâd probably go for around eighteen hundred dollars. I just wish Iâd had another year to save up.â
âShe is prettyâ¦in a big, clunky sort of way,â Nicole said. âBut what would you do with her? You donât have any harness or a cart or wagon. If this mare came off the Sutton place, sheâs a pulling horse.â
âI could ride her,â Jordan said, looking up at the height of the mareâs back. Dakota would seem like a pony beside her.
Nicole started to laugh, but changed her mind when she saw that Jordan was serious. She came closer, standing next to the horse. The draft mare towered over them. âThatâs a long way up there, pal. Wonât that be scary being so far off the ground?â
Jordan thought about it. She hadnât had that many riding lessons, and the horses sheâd ridden had all been fairly short. Maybe her friend had a point. âIâd find some good use for
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