29Found and Lost“I’m sure it’s her.” The words feel so good coming from my mouth, even though I’m not sure what will happen to either of us in the coming months. The certainty it’s really, truly Harbor is enough.
The animal control officers take what little information I can give them. I’m reluctant to provide my name. I don’t have an address or a phone number. They ask me another question I can’t answer, and then scrawl their cell phone numbers on a piece of paper and make me promise not to lose it.
The first of the trucks arrive, pulling open-air stock trailers behind them. More officers come, equipped with halters and lead ropes. As soon as a trailer is full, it pulls away, heading for a farm on the mainland. Since the horses are all considered part of a criminal investigation, the po
