“What did you do to our slave?” Dylan asks.
“Don’t you approve?” Mr. Rose says.
“Hell, yes!” Dylan draws Bree to her feet, wrapping her in his arms. Bree’s eyes glisten.
“When we get home the first thing we usually have to do is knock her back a few times,” Gwen says. “Bree’s attitude is ... well, it’s certainly not like this.”
Mr. Rose’s pride is evident. “Looks like Kirsten was right. Maybe all your slave needed was someone to look up to.”
“Whatever you do, don’t let Kirsten get away. Lock her up in a tower,” Gwen says.
“Don’t worry.” Mr. Rose is all smiles. “She’s not going anywhere.”
Mr. Rose arranges for us all to take a leisurely ride around the estate in a five-team ponygirl wagon. All the lovely ponies are strapped into their harnesses. They stand erect; shoulders back, hips
