Judith McNaught Quote

The rock came loose, but Jake’s satisfied grunt turned into a howl of outraged pain as a set of huge teeth in the next stall clamped into Jake’s ample rear end. You vicious bag of bones, he shouted, jumping to his feet and throwing himself half over the rail in an attempt to land a punch on Attila’s body. As if the horse anticipated retribution, he sidled to the edge of his stall and regarded Jake from the corner of his eye with an expression that looked to Jake like complacent satisfaction. I’ll get you for that, Jake promised, and he started to shake his fist when he realized how absurd it was to threaten a dumb beast.Rubbing his offended backside, he turned to Mayhem and carefully put his own rump against the outside wall of the barn. He checked the hoof to make certain it was clean, but the moment his fingers touched the place where the rock had been lodged the chestnut jerked in pain. Bruised you, did it? Jake said sympathetically. It’s not surprisin’, considering the size and shape of the rock. But you never gave a sign yesterday that you were hurtin’, he continued. Raising his voice and infusing it with a wealth of exaggerated admiration, the patted the chestnut’s flank and glanced disdainfully at Attila while he spoke to Mayhem. That’s because you’re a true aristocrat and a fine, brave animal-not a miserable, sneaky mule who’s not fit to be your stallmate!If Attila cared one way or another for Jake’s opinion, he was disappointingly careful not to show it, which only made Jake’s mood more stormy when he stomped into the cottage.Ian was sitting at the table, a cup of steaming coffee cradled between his palms. Good morning, he said to Jake, studying the older man’s thunderous frown.Mebbe you think so, but I can’t see it. Course, I’ve spent the night freezin’ out there, bedded down next to a horse that wants to make a meal of me, and who broke his fast with a bit of my arse already this mornin’. And, he finished irately as he poured coffee from the tin pot into an earthenware mug and cast a quelling look at his amused friend, your horse is lame! Flinging himself into the chair beside Ian, he gulped down the scalding coffee without thinking what he was doing; his eyes bulged, and sweat popped out on his forehead.Ian’s grin faded. He’s what?Picked up a rock, and he’s favoring his left foreleg.Ian’s chair legs scraped against the wooden floor as he shoved his chair back and started to go to the barn.There’s no need. It’s just a bruise.