EVERLEIGH

The drive down to the stables was quick and quiet. I could see his shoulders becoming more and more tense the closer we came to our destination.

We were greeted at the gigantic sliding barn door by a man dressed in jeans, boots, a blue plaid shirt and a baseball cap that had seen better days. I could see his ink black hair, streaked with gray, as he pushed his hat back away from his face. No doubt this man was good looking back in his heyday.

He greets us with a huge smile and clapp