“You know I’ll go to my grave before I say that,” Peyton retorted, but her smile gave her away. “I reckon it’s not the worst thing to see that goofy face of yours though.” She baited him, only because sometimes it was fun to poke a little at his ego-centrism.
Peyton narrowed her eyes, then sighed at the mention of the broodmare. She hoped they could get another month before they had a foal to try and navigate. “Lord, you could have just told me they were all standing, and left the part out about Bernie.” But it was good to hear that things were okay without her. “Don’t you send Scout somewhere just because you don’t get along either, I’ll know what you did mister.” It was funny the way that Abram seemed to be the only one that couldn’t get along with the resorts youngest trail horse.
“I only do that on occasions where you’ve really set me off,” she answered, reaching to tweak his ear; it wasn’t a comfortable stretch, but it got her point across. “You haven’t set me off yet, so we’ll save that until later.” She tsked at him when he claimed to be her best source. “Carly wouldn’t give me sass if I asked her.” Though Carly wouldn’t probably know all the little particulars that Peyton wanted to hear either.
Relenting even more, Peyton settled a little, getting cozy. “But if there sounds like trouble, you best get out there.” She mustered her firmest tone. “I don’t want to be the reason that you allowed something terrible to happen.” It had been quiet though, at least today. Maybe tomorrow would be a different story, but if she could count down all the required days without an incident happening, that would be the best outcome.