Running Wild Page #7

Really good.

Really good, uh-huh.

Pretty good.

You deserved better, George b.

- Hey, Stella.

- Hey.

Thought I could check to see if you

need anything before I get on the road.

Oh, I'll be okay until Monday.

You know, maybe I'll just

check and see if the hens...

Oh, everything's fine, no,

go see your son.

You're a good man, Bratt.

Your son's gonna love you.

Trust me.

I hope so.

- See you Monday.

- Okay.

Hey, boss.

I told you to call me Bratt.

Bratt.

Good luck with your boy.

- Thank you, Scottish.

- It was Irish.

Thank you.

Don't let this place

burn down without me.

No chance, brother.

Hey, Jon.

They're ready for

you now, Ms. Stella.

Thank you.

He's been DNA'd,

lineage confirmed,

also high motility,

it's a worthy investment.

Yeah.

And he is beautiful.

Ma'am, I would like to

stand your horse at stud.

That's terrific.

But I would like to

personally choose its mares.

Of course.

Yep.

- Thanks for everything.

- You're welcome.

Now, let's get the measurements

of the horse.

Excuse me, folks,

I forgot something.

Go. Go see your boy.

I'll be here when you get back.

Yes, ma'am.

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