The stall door squealed a protest as I pulled it open.
“Zeus! Time to go play!”
Every other gelding had already raced to the pasture–except Zeus. The large grey horse snorted as he walked into the aisle. He refused to leave my side, so I ushered him forward.
“C’mon, buddy! Everyone else is inhaling the hay.”
He tossed his head and nuzzled me for a treat. I obliged.
We reached the pasture gate, and I pointed out to the boys at the far end.
“Look, buddy! Do you see them?”
He leaped forward and plunged into a gallop. I shoved my glove-less hands into the depths of my pockets, and realized my mistake.
“Zeus–I forgot your treat! Sorry, buddy. That’s ok. Go have fun with your friends. I’ll give it to you later.”
At the sound of my voice, his head whipped around and he skidded to a halt. He wheeled and turned, galloping straight back to me.
Gentle lips closed around the offered treat. He nodded twice, then darted toward his friends.