Billy said. Daniel gave an absentminded “ummm,” paying more attention to the six ponies cantering around the ring. He and Billy stood back to back in the center, each of them holding a longeing whip, Daniel’s pointed toward Gray and Billy’s toward Teeth. The idea was to keep the other ponies even...
There’s nothing puts himself in a fine humor like a good string of trout on his breakfast table.” The boys’ catch dangled from Daniel’s hand in a shimmering iridescent bundle. “Can I carry ’em?” Ethan’s voice echoed as they stepped from the dusty road into the cool darkness of the covered bridge....