Everybody drinks out of the horse’s water trough. The chickens perch on the edge and admire their reflections. I caught Callie, sneaking a drink but poised to run if Chance should head her way.

Well camoflauged, isn’t she? You wouldn’t think grey stripes, white and peach blotches would help her hide, but it definitely does.

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