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The inquisitive question set Hadley thinking. He'd never had an occasion to ride before, but it seemed like a good idea. Maybe it would help him bond with a horse. Then again, he didn't really have a horse to bond with. Since he was a slave, Hadley didn't have anything that he could call his own. He might be charged with caring for an animal, but that didn't make it his. The offer from Wayne was very kind through all of this though.
Deciding to trust Wayne to help him learn how to ride Hadley managed a brief nod. He looked over at Fern, the sweet horse that had befriended him when he'd been shaking with fear. The first horse he'd come in contact with inside the group. It would be nice. The horse eating from the sack bumped him gently, and Hadley realized that the sack had been emptied while he'd been thinking. Flushing he hurriedly returned the sack to the side to be refilled later, hoping Wayne hadn't been bothered by his lapse.
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