The filly was making slow, steady progress as I moved carefully, wary of spooking her. She watched me, eyes filled with caution. Beautiful and strong, she held onto her wildness, requiring patience to earn her trust. As the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the ranch, the filly snorted and tested me, taking a hesitant step closer. I thought, ‘Good girl,’ silently encouraging her. At that moment, I lost track of the world beyond the pen and focused solely on our silent, patient connection. Then I felt it—a presence watching me. I turned, and there was Holly, leaning against the fence with her arms crossed, her calm expression unreadable. My stomach flipped, thrilled to see her but also worried why she was here so suddenly. I knew she had been out with her friends all day, but here she was, unexpected and magnetic. I stepped back to give the filly space, then approached the fence where Holly stood. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” I said, brushing dust from my hands. My g
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