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Where is Sukey?
Meredith
I HALF WALKED HALF RAN back to the stables. Dickie, our stable lad, had the horses saddled and ready. A quick check on Runnymede showed he was calming down. Dickie said he’d given him a quick rub down while he waited for me. He gave me a hand up and passed me the binoculars before mounting his horse.
“We’ll check the usual paths first and then the perimeter,” I told him.
We set off with me scoping the land around us as we went. I was thankful that it was midsummer and wouldn’t get dark until after ten. It was only four thirty and so we had plenty of daylight in which to find Sukey.
By six o’clock we had made a rough search of most of the property with no sign of Sukey or Bijou. The air hung still and heavy – oppressive with a hint of thunder. We set off rou
