the
worst
luck with every plant on the planet. I donât want that to rub off on you.â
Logan laughed. I liked it when he laughed. âIâll take my chances. Weâre planting peas, potatoes, spinach, and radishes.â
âThatâs
insane
! Wow.â I shook my head. âI love fresh veggies. Youâre going to regret that you gave me that list. Iâll eat all your harvest before it gets to the market.â
âIf you can eat eight acres per vegetable, then theyâre all yours,â he said. âYouââ He stopped mid-sentence.
âWhatâsââ I started, but Logan pressed his pointer finger to his lips.
Slowly, he got on his knees and peered down the gently sloping hill.
There was the sound of approaching thunder and the ground hummed. Both things I hadnât forgotten from yesterday.
âThe mustangs are coming?â I asked. âAre they your surprise?â
âYes,â Logan said. âTheyâre on their way. They usually come from the top of that hill.â Logan pointed to a small hill that leveled off into a long stretch of plain.
I looked behind us at the ATV. Surely we could scare off the horses and get away on it.
âUm, I didnât get a chance to tell you,â I said, whispering very fast. âBut Iâve already seen the horses. They came onto my dadâs property and almost ran me over.â
Logan turned his head toward me. âThey almost
ran you over
? How close did you get?â He sounded wistful. As if he wished he had been there.
âClose enough that tails stung my face; some were inches away when they swerved and avoided running into me.â
âIâm sorry,â Logan said. He reached over and touched my knee. âI know them. The horses. Iâm sure they werenât trying to hurt you.â
âI donât think they were at all,â I said.
âThe herd never comes this way,â Logan said. âDonât be worried.â
The rumbleâs intensity increased. I shot Logan a smile, nodding. Horses burst over the top of the hill. A robust chestnut led the way and the herd stayed tight together.
âThe winds are in our favor todayâthey wonât smell us and disappear.â
âLook at all those colors,â I said. âThe lead chestnut is stunning.â
âYouâve been around horses?â Logan asked.
âI took lessons on and off as a kid,â I said. âI think theyâre pretty majestic animals.â
Loganâs gaze flickered from the horses to me. âThen you get it.â
âWhat?â The lead horses began to slow from an energetic gallop to a lope. Finally the herd broke apart and the horses trotted to what seemed like favorite areas.
âYou understand why I love them,â Logan said. âYouâve trusted a thousand-pound animal with your life.â He turned his gaze back to the horses. âLook at them.â
The horses halted almost directly in front of usâthere was only about a football field of hill and plain in between us and the horses. I watched foals frolicâletting out shrill little neighs andplay-fighting each other. Most of the horses grazed and a few knelt onto the grass and rolled onto their backs, long legs kicking in the air as they wiggled on the ground.
I didnât know if a minute or an hour had passed when I caught myself looking at Logan. He was completely lost in the herd.
âLogan,â I said. âWhatâs going to happen to them? I mean, am I going to see you at my dadâs site with other protestors?â
Logan looked at me. âNo,â he said. âThe sheriff made it clear to everyone who was at your house that if we protested again there would be trouble. Thereâs nothing we can do to stop your dad. Plus, thatâs the wrong place to put our energyâor so Iâve told my dad. We need to think about how to help the