Hunter’s lip curls back and he nearly growls as his horse once again swerves toward mine.
“I cannot control this beast!” He bellows.
I smile in amusement.
“Yeah, some animals can’t be bullied.” I pat my horse’s neck. “You don’t like horses?”
Hunter shakes his head, repositioning himself in his saddle for the hundredth time.
“I don’t mind horses,” he says. “They simply don’t seem to care for me.”
The laugh bubbles up and escapes me before I can clip it off. Hunter glances over to give me a well-aimed glare.