Finally we saw dust stirring on the gravel road and soon a beat-up farm truck emerged from a brown cloud to abruptly stop in front of the barn. A spry little elf of a woman, who was no bigger than a worn-out piece of soap, hopped out of the dusty cab carrying a carpetbag. She strode up to the vet. “Let’s get this show on the road. I’ve got beans to pick.” The vet, startled by this introduction, opened his mouth but no sound came out. He just looked confused. Shaneika had the presence of mind to say, “This way, please. Comanche is rather feisty today.” “He won’t be,” assured the little elf. “Animals take to me.” I followed, sharply observing Velvet Maddox decked out in polyester pants and cheap blouse purchased from a discount store. On her hand, though, was a fabulous emerald ring. Also her white hair was smartly done and her toenails, sticking out from her expensive sandals, were professionally painted. Hmmm, no boots. No boots around a horse? Not a good thing. Velvet Maddox thought certain items about her life warranted getting the best.
