"Sometimes you just have to listen to the horses. They will always tell you what they need. Force a young horse into submission, and you’ll either have a fight on your hands, or they’ll run away from you.”
Tyler noted a touch of bitterness in her voice. Her smile vanished, and she turned her head to glare straight ahead. A faraway look passed through her eyes. Was she referring to the horse, or to herself?
“What are you running from, Laney?” Tyler asked quietly, and reached for the filly’s reins. He halted Charlie, and pulled the protesting filly’s head toward him. Laney’s heated gaze shot up at him, her wide eyes filled with a hint of unease. The same unease he’d seen earlier, when Gabe had her cornered along the porch rail. She stared at him for what seemed like an eternity. Tyler released the rein. Someone had hurt her, and he had no desire to put that kind of mistrust in her eyes. In fact, he’d do whatever he could to make sure her eyes continued to sparkle the way they had moments ago.
“I’m running from a lot of things, Tyler,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. Then she raised her head, and inhaled a deep breath. Her lips curved in a false smile. “Looks like my luck has finally turned.”