#Chapter 130: Wild Inside

Iris “You want me to ride… that?” I stare up at Buttercup, who suddenly seems to be the size of a small building. The chestnut mare looks down at me with what I swear is amusement in her big brown eyes. “Oh, come on,” Arthur laughs, still holding Miles. “She’s the gentlest horse on the ranch.” “I don’t care if she’s the gentlest horse in the universe,” I say, backing away slowly. “She’s enormous. And she just looked at me like I was dinner.” The ranch hand chuckles. “Most first-timers get nervous, ma’am. But I promise you, Buttercup here is practically a pony, and she would never hurt a fly.” A pony the size of a truck, maybe. I shake my head firmly. “No, I think I’ll just watch you two go. I can take pictures from the ground.” “But Mommy, you have to come!” Miles whines. “Come oooon!” Arthur sets Miles down beside Thunder and approaches me with that damn determined look in his eyes. “Iris,” he says softly. “Trust me?” Before I can