Chapter 17: A Fearless Feat

We seemed to ride aimlessly across snow-covered hills.

“Tell me about my father. What was he like?” I asked.

“Well, he was funny. And he was scary smart—had a way of knowing something was going to happen before it even happened… it was just plain eerie.”

“How so?”

“For instance, one time, we were out mending fences, and outta nowhere, he jumped on his horse and said he needed to get back to the barn. I asked him what for and he just plain took off. I finished the work and headed home a few hours later and found Bill in the barn with his favorite mare… she’d gone into labor a week early and had an infection, she delivered a red bag foal. If he hadn’t been there to get the foal out quickly, both the foal and the mare likely woulda died.”

“That’s incredible… but they both survived?”

“Yep. You’re riding on that foal right now,” Luke answered warmly.

“Mack! He saved Mack!?” I questioned, feeling delighted, and patted the horse’s neck.