Miriam’s house was two-storied and a blue grey with neat white trim and it was surrounded by a large garden filled with wildflowers. Rambling roses climbed up the porch trellises, and sun filtered through bright green oak leaves, speckling the ground with light spots. “Mind the bridge,” she called back cheerfully to Avice as they approached. “Mack has proven to like to cross through the stream rather that to keep his hooves dry.”
The horse snuffled, moving forward determinedly. “The stables are just back here,” Miriam called over her shoulder.
Avice turned Mack to the stables, blinking tiredly as she hopped off and led him while gripping the reins.
Jack was holding Aubrey in his arms, his hand on her back as he looked down at the ground. “I can do it, Av. You should stay on the horse.”
She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Wait, please. I'm already worried if you're okay, so just let me do this."
