He leaned against the half wall of the stall beneath us, settling in for considering. Sam panicked and blindly began grasping for his pants, but I clasped his wrist and gritted my teeth at him. Daddy reached into his pocket with one hand and over to a horse’s head with the other. I heard soft snorting start up again from below as Daddy scratched the horse’s muzzle. Ease returned to the barn, but only some.