Chapter Twenty
Moving Up
“I want to move into the barn,” Carol said one morning while we were working on some new split rail fencing for a paddock.
“Really?” I asked, putting aside the post-hole digger and looking the girl straight in the eye. “Isn’t this the life you sought? Free from Denise and all that went with it?”
“Yes, it is, but I have this other thing. It’s what got me and the others in trouble with Denise in the first place. I need a certain level of control and domination now and then and as we have been working around the new stalls and accommodations, I have this yen to try them out. As a pony. Can I do it? Will you help me?”
“Carol,” I said. “You can do anything within reason that you want. Pick your stall and we’ll set about getting you acclimated,” I promised. I knew e
