Chapter Twenty-Two
Jade
Walker was quiet as we walked outside, crossing the gravel parking lot between the clinic and the old farmhouse where Jackson and Shay lived. We ducked through the fence into the horse pasture. As we made our way through the pasture, Mischief, Shay’s favorite pony, trotted over to greet us. Mischief was a friendly and mischievous Banker pony, rescued from the Outer Banks after his mother almost died when he was a colt.
A dark bay with three white socks and a white star on his face, Mischief flicked his tail as he slowed to a walk and stopped beside us. Walker reached up, casually scratching him behind the ears. “Hey, buddy. How ya doing?” he asked conversationally.
Mischief answered by lifting his nose and sniffing Walker’s shoulder before turning his attention
