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Talking quietly to the horses, he stripped down Freedom and went to work brushing him, cleansing the dirt and cold and sweat they'd churned up. Freedom relaxed under the grooming, his back foot cocked and his head down, embracing the attention.
Jacob smiled, remembering how Freedom had been terrified of any physical contact when he'd first arrived. "I remember what that was like," he said. "It's a tough lesson to unlearn, isn't it?"
Freedom swung his head around and snuffled at Jacob's back pocket. He laughed softly. "I already gave you all the treats I have." He moved his hand slowly so as not to startle Freedom, and the horse didn't flinch as Jacob rubbed his ears. "They say time heals all wounds. You think that's true? That wholeness is possible?"
Freedom pressed his head against Jacob's side and sighed, his ribs expanding with the deep breath of contentment.
"I'll take that as a yes." The horses gave him hope.
Without hope, he had nothing.
With hope, he had a reason to get up every day, take care of his horses, and play with technology. Because maybe this time, something new would happen. Something would change. Inside him. Outside him. Whatever it took.
His phone rang, and he looked over at the feed room where he'd left it.
He didn't take it with him most of the time, because he didn't want to be found. Didn't want to have to talk when he didn't want to talk. He never let a call from his family go unanswered, but if he didn't have his phone, he didn't have to answer.
The ringtone echoing through the barn was the one he used for his family, which meant he had to answer.
He gave Freedom a little pat. "I'll be right back."
He kept his eye on the horse as he walked across the barn. He never cross-tied his horses, because he didn't want them to feel trapped. He asked them to stay for him, and they did.
The phone went into voicemail before he reached it, but he saw from the screen that it was his brother Dylan. He immediately called him back, because his connection with his family was something so ingrained in him that he never blocked them.
Dylan answered on the first ring. "You have to start taking your phone with you on rides."
Jacob smiled and sauntered back across the floor. "Nothing is ever that urgent."
"Except now."
Jacob's smile dropped off his face at the tension in his brother's voice. Son of a bitch. He gripped the phone with sudden alarm. "What's wrong? Who's hurt? Who's in trouble? I'm on my way. Tell me where." He started running toward the door, panic hammering in his chest, terror that his little family, his precious world, had been shattered.
"Stop." Dylan's voice was calmer now, but Jacob could feel he was concealing his urgency. "No one in the family. Everyone is fine. I need your help with something else."
"Fuck." Jacob stopped and leaned over, bracing his hands on his knees, fighting to keep his composure as the relief swarmed him. "Don't do that to me."
"Shit. Sorry. I wasn't thinking. Look, I've got a situation."
Freedom walked over and blew in Jacob's ear. Jacob wrapped his arm around the horse's head and closed his eyes. "What kind of situation?"
"You know Eliana, right?"
Jacob nodded. "The woman you're in love with but will never make a move on because you're afraid you'll lose her friendship forever, and your platonic friendship is better than losing her? That Eliana?"
"Funny guy," Dylan said. "We're just friends."
"You know you'll never get her unless you tell her that you love her."
"Dating advice coming from the guy who hasn't gone on a date in years?"
"Yep." Jacob rose to his feet, then set his hand on Freedom's neck to guide him toward his stall. "What's going on?"
"You know how she helps women escape from abusive situations and then disappear?"
"I do." Eliana was an absolute badass. Jacob had the highest respect for her. She understood the edge that ate away at Jacob, and most of his siblings, because she spent much of her time in the same marshy world. That connection helped Jacob be comfortable around her. She'd be perfect for Dylan, if the two of them ever got out of their own way. "What's up?"
"She didn't give me the details—"
