Chapter Twenty-Two
Ash
Glancing behind me, I turned around just in time to find Squeaky nudging the back of my calf. A neighbor’s little girl found the small pig on the side of the road only a few months before I’d left to travel. Leaning over, I fished a treat out of my pocket. “Here ya go, Squeaky,” I said.
She gobbled it up, making a cute snuffling sound when she looked up at me afterward. “Everyone loves Gloria because she’s a little more social than Squeaky, but I adore Squeaky,” Shay said from across the aisle in the barn.
Straightening, I smiled. “I don’t have a favorite, but Squeaky is precious. So you’re training Mischief?” I asked.
Shay was leaning against a stall, her elbow resting on top of the half door as she stroked the pony’s neck. Mischief had landed with our rescue p
