No matter what Jolie thought of him, she knew he loved that horse. He was no good at naming horses, but that did not quite make him an unfit horse owner. Neither, necessarily, did slapping a little girl.
All of a sudden, Jolie knew she could do something to change this man’s life for the better. She could feel that connection with the horse that she called Celia, almost like a physical connection through a rope tied between them. She knew if she mentally tugged on that rope, Celia would come.
The man named Jordan Carlson looked up then. Just his face lifted from the ground. No other part of his body moved, except a lock of hair that fell from the top of his head onto his forehead. He groaned. It looked like he was trying to form words, but going that far back toward human civilization was too much for him.
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3 comments:
Nothing piques my interest like reading the middle section of a well-written story. Can't wait to read the final product!
Well, good, but remember it will be 50,000 words! If I do my job right.
Yeah, go Kristy!
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