The Gig -- Monday Afternoon

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Angelica was starting to relax more and wasn't so afraid she might hurt the horses, but the weather still had her frowning. The horses were restless from being cooped up during the rain. "I know, I know," she said, stroking Smudge's neck when it was her turn to be groomed. "If it lets up for awhile this afternoon, I'll take you out, I promise."

She doubted anyone would come by for rides in the meantime, so she kept herself busy cleaning up the equipment.