His Stallion Was Hers, But the Plains Had Other Choices Chapter 05
“Man, Dylan, your horse is cursed. Everyone who rides him gets hurt.”
“No way! Storm and Chloe are close. That wouldn’t happen!”
“I saw Tessa come in!”
Dylan grabbed the guy’s shoulder. “Are you sure? Maybe you confused them?”
The guy shoved his hand off. “I’m not blind.”
“If you don’t believe me, go check yourself. Call her. Don’t stand here grilling me.”
That snapped him awake. He pulled out his phone.
My phone rang a second later.
I rode up on Caleb’s horse, smiling, and waved my phone at him. “Looking for me?”
“Thank God you’re okay.”
He relaxed for half a second, then saw Caleb and turned red. “Tessa, who is he?”
“I’m your boyfriend. Why are you riding some other guy’s horse?”
“Get down now, and I’ll pretend this never happened.”
I didn’t move. He reached to pull me off.
Caleb whipped his hand away with the riding crop. Ice cold. “She doesn’t want to.”
Dylan pulled back but stared up at me. “Tessa. You tell me.”
I laughed. Didn’t budge. “We broke up days ago. Who do you think you are, giving me orders?”
“So you can be ‘more than friends’ with Chloe, but I can’t move on?”
“That’s pretty hypocritical.”
Dylan hesitated, then sighed with a smile. “You’re still mad about that day.”
“She got thrown off and taken to the hospital too. Can’t you let it go?”
He glanced at Caleb. “Hiring some guy to make me jealous? You’ve gotten bold.”
i couldn’t believe his nerve. “That’s your horse. Your problem.”
“And I’m not stupid enough to ruin my life just to spite you.”
He opened his mouth.
His phone rang. Chloe was sobbing on the other end. “Dylan, where are you?”
“My belly hurts so bad. The doctor said I broke both arms and legs. I think I’m dying…”
Dylan panicked, lowering his voice. “Don’t be scared. I’m coming to the hospital right now.”
“Tessa, I don’t care if you’re mad or just messing around. Chloe’s hurt. That’s the only thing that
matters right now.”
“And when I get back, that guy better be gone.”
He didn’t wait for my answer. Rushed off to the hospital.
Caleb watched him leave, then held my horse’s reins.
“Did it hurt?” he asked suddenly. “When you fell off?”
I blinked. Told the truth.
“Broken bones? Whatever. They heal.”
“But that time I almost got trampled? That scared me.”
“Scared I’d end up in a wheelchair forever. Scared my mom would have to bury me.”
I got through it back then, so I didn’t think much of it. But talking about it now? It hit different.
Maybe Caleb looked too serious.
I laughed dryly. “Even the doctor said I was lucky. ‘What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,’ or
whatever.”
“He wasn’t wrong. You are lucky.”
Caleb patted his horse’s neck and smiled at me. “Don’t worry. I’ll hold the reins for you.
