Jeanie
Gabe came into the barn looking a little bemused. I had already loaded bales of hay into the ATV and was preparing to go out into the big pasture to spread them into piles for the trail horses.
“I got this,” I said, climbing into the seat. “You want to top off the water troughs?”
“You got it, boss-lady!” He gave me a thumbs up and went out. First he opened the gate to make it easy for me to pass through with the four-wheeler, then he started unwinding the hose.
When I first met Gabriel, apart from being a person with a substance abuse disorder, he had struck me as the spoiled little rich boy who had never gotten his hands dirty. But he sure had toughened up over the last five months. Not only were his hands rougher, but his body was former too. When he bent over to screw the hos
