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It was right. Wayne agreed with what he said, immediately relaxing the hybrid. His knees threatened to buck when he relaxed. He had to knot his hands into the horse's mane to keep himself from falling over. He followed after Wayne, holding onto the gentle mare as a lifeline. Reaching the section of the corral where the food was, Hadley rapidly memorized the placement. That way he could take care of them himself if asked. A shy smile appeared briefly as some fern leaves were passed to him, with a brief explanation. He held his hand out carefully, and Fern eagerly grabbed them, eating. He petted the mare softly as the other horses gathered, jostling for food.
Uncertainty still ran through him. Hadley wasn't sure if they could keep someone with no purpose beyond being a slave. He didn't want to return to where he once was. Softly he passed out food for the others, smiling as a young colt ate from Wayne's hands. Hearing Wayne he looked up, disbelief across the large male's face. Wayne wanted his help? The blond dog seemed serious enough. Eagerly Hadley nodded his head. Helping the horses would be good. It gave them a reason to not get rid of him.
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