Chapter 13
Luna swished her scraggly white tail as we curried her coat in the paddock just outside the barn. Her ears perked forward, listening to Pippa chatter, as we picked the rain scalding off her back, one pea-sized scab at a time, and dabbed at them with hydrogen peroxide. Every now and again Luna whickered and nuzzled Pippa's hand, searching for another handful of grassy hay.
"Not yet, greedy girl," Pippa scolded her. "You don't want to colic again. Doctor Ryan said only three handfuls every hour."
I picked off the next scab. God! There were thousands of them. They were clustered so badly in some places that Luna was as bald as a dog who suffered from mange. I worked in silence, only grunting "uh-huh" every once in a while to let Pippa know I heard her, for the longer I tended Lu
