The morning of Peter's inspection began crisp and clear, the sun already climbing in a flawless blue sky, shedding golden light over the grounds like a warm veil. The breeze had calmed from the previous days' spirited gusts into a gentle hush, lifting dust in soft spirals and sending the smell of hay and warm leather drifting between the rows of trailers and grooming stations. Taylor stood near the far paddock gate, one gloved hand resting lightly on Peter's shoulder. The stallion stood tall ...
