Chapter 7
"They're here!" Pippa bolted out the front door.
Thunderlane dashed in front of her, his tail wagging as he barked excitedly at the cloud of red dust kicked up by the approaching Holden ute and trailer. I gathered up my wallet as well as a pen. I immediately recognized Ben, the elderly man with the jack-o-lantern grin.
"Well hello, little lady," Ben greeted Pippa. "I see you're eager to get to know your new pony."
I shook his hand.
"I take it you orchestrated this?" I asked.
"Weren’t me," Ben grinned. "Was the missus. She's good friends with Thelma at the stockyard. Jim, he can't do nothing without Thelma there running the show. Thelma told him he'd better give that little girl her pony or there'd be hell to pay."
"Thelma sounds like she might be Pippa's fairy queen."
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