Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
Dani speared a clump with a pitchfork. She hadn’t mucked stalls in over a year, and the muscles in her arms and shoulders ached. A good thing she’d remembered gloves, or she’d have blisters on her hands. The pitchfork scraped the wheelbarrow. The smell of horse and hay ...
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20. Chapter 20
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