The sun was hovering over the western hills of the valley by the time Trevor swallowed his last mouthful of grass. He couldn’t believe how hungry he’d been or just how much grass a horse could eat before its hunger was satisfied. In the back of his mind, he started to wonder how much of his vacation would be spent with his head down in the grass. At least it was relaxing enough.
Letting out a soft nicker, Trevor looked out across the sea of green in front of him and tried to figure out what to do next. It was late afternoon, but, based on the position of the sun, he figured he had about another hour before he ran out of daylight. He could still make his way over to the lake Irene told him about, but he doubted he’d be able to spend much time there before he’d need to head back to the stables. They had to be back in the stables during the night, right?
Then again, the bitter aftertaste of the grass was starting to set in after his long grazing session, and Trevor realized he’d like nothing more than to wash it down with some water right now. Maybe the lake or the creek would be closer than the stables.
Sniffing the air again, Trevor could still pick up the hint of water in the breeze, but wasn’t sure just how far off it was. And if his horse instincts knew, they weren’t telling him.