Zach told his niece as he guided her hand. “Always brush in one direction, the same way his hair grows.” She brushed the pony’s fuzzy winter coat just as he had shown her, though she could only reach halfway up Mr. Butters’s rib cage by standing on her tiptoes. “How ’bout a boost so you can do his back?” Zach invited. Eden looked up and sighed. “Why can’t I just ride him now? My arm’s getting really tired.” Zach lifted her with one arm. With the other hand, he patted the pony’s golden back, raising dust. “If you don’t brush him, he’ll have grit under the saddle, and it’ll make him all sore when you ride him. You don’t want to hurt him, do you?” She hesitated, her mouth pursing before she thrust the brush at Zach. “You do it, then. Don’t want to.” She’d been trying his patience for the past hour, fussing and demanding and getting into so much mischief with those hell-spawned puppies of hers that his first impulse was to threaten to take her over his knee.
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