LOGAN — First Person
The journey was not easy at all.
And Bella… to be honest… was a pain in the ass.
Now, before you judge me, understand this — I say that with love. Deep love. The kind of love that makes a man want to write poems, fight armies, and also gently strangle someone at the same time.
She complained about everything.
First it was my horse, Emperor.
"He's too slow."
Five minutes later—
"He's too fast!"
Emperor flicked his ears back at her voice, offended. I felt it through the saddle. Horses don't talk, but they feel. And Emperor is proud. Very proud. He tossed his head like a king being insulted by a peasant.
Then Bella groaned and grabbed my shirt. "My waist hurts."
I softened instantly. "Lean on me," I told her gently.
She leaned.
One minute later—
"Why does your horse smell?"
Emperor stopped walking.
Stopped.
His ears pinned back.
His tail swished.
Jack stirred inside me at once.
Insult.
Disrespect.
She insults pack mount.
