cars, houses. Me. I was the rough-around-the-edges Montana hor

e neurological disorder that made him shake. Tori had spent a fortune on his care since we were

y the stables. I was checking on Patc

ut a new clinic in Switzerl

," she said, stroking his

let out a loud, happy

olling back. He collapsed to the manic

kneeling beside him. "It's

e "seizures" in his mirror when he thought no one was lookin

g," I said, my vo

as a mask of pure fury. She did

hissed. "You can't stand th

a. They landed on a polo mallet leaning

said, moving

ad. She marched to the stall, unlatched the door, and w

dull, wet thud. The pony screamed. I

always nearby, grabbed my arms. I fought against t

d across the clean white walls of the stall. The pony' s

dripped red onto the perfect grass. She look

ch something you love suffer," she said

n point

cellar. Let him think

tone structure half-buried in the ground. They threw me down the stairs

lled of damp earth.

owl from the cor

pt them for her philanthropic image, but they were vicious, u

n the door. "Tori, let me out!

faint, from the oth

rt you if you don't show fear. You're the gr

to circle me. I backed into a corner

OR

steps fa

st dog