“Damn right they are,” he admits, shaking his head. “Oh, that colt delivered this morning will be your first project. He’s in the stable being fed but thought you could get started with him today. Spunky as hell and has a bad attitude.”

“Just my type.” I chuckle.

“Fireball should be a good start for you,” he tells me, leading me to the barn.

The colt looks like he’s around two and doesn’t pay any attention to us.

“Apparently, he’s a fucker, I mean bucker. Same thing, though.” Jackson leans against the gate.

“Has he had any saddle practice?” I ask, wanting to know the history and what level we’re starting on.

“The owners have done nothing but put a halter on him and led him on rides. He’s an asshole, and they want him broken in enough for their grandkids to ride.”

Fireball starts pawing his hoof on the ground, and I smile. It’s been a while since I’ve been this excited about work. Jackson shows me the location of all the gear, then he leaves me to myself. Taking my time, I lead Fireball out to the arena, and we get started.

The afternoon passes by quickly, and I work with Fireball until we’re both exhausted. I started slow with leading and saddle practice, and he hated every minute. Repetition is key when training and breaking animals. After we finish working, I rinse him down and put him in the pasture, where he immediately starts rolling.

“You are an asshole,” I yell at him, then walk to the office, remembering I left my truck at the shop this morning. Jackson’s got his feet up on the desk when I enter.

“Can you possibly give me a ride to the shop?” I ask, and he’s more than willing.

We hop in the truck, and on the way over, he asks me how things went this afternoon.

I grin. “Great, but you’re right, he does have an attitude. I think he’ll realize who’s in charge, though, hopefully.”

Jackson chuckles. “He better.”

He pulls up next to my truck, and I thank him before I get out and wave as he drives off. As I’m pulling my keys from my pocket, Riley and Diesel exit the shop. They look like they’ve both had a hell of a day.

“There you are,” Riley says. “We both stupidly forgot to get your number earlier.”

I pull my phone out, and we exchange info.

“Want me to pick you up on the way there?” Riley asks.

“Yeah, that’d be great. Just need to take a shower first.”

Diesel looks down at all the dirt on his clothes. “Good idea.”

“Awesome! I’ll pick you up around eight-ish,” Riley tells me, then turns to Diesel. “You need a ride too?”