CHAPTER 20Three Years Later
Emma
Emma was already down in the pasture when the rust-stained pickup rattled up the gravel driveway.
“Emma,” she heard Laurel call. “They’re here. Bring her on up now.”
Emma didn’t move. At her side, a small, brown Shetland pony stood placidly in her green halter, one back hoof resting on its tip. Emma stepped closer and pressed her face into the pony’s wiry mane until her nose rested against the sleek coat below. She breathed in Raisin’s familiar scent, fighting back her tears. She could not imagine the rest of the summer in Mendocino without the pony, never mind all the years to come.
“Emma! Bring her on up now,” Laurel called again.
Emma moved so that she and Raisin stood face-to-face. She had to bend down only a little to bring her head level with th
