Her body language tightens. It's brief, but noticeable from the rigid skew of her shoulders down to the pole-straight line of her spine.

"Tack room's there on the left, feed on the right. There's extra shovels an' rakes, if y'want 'em."

For one heart stopping second she wonders if Dixie ever talks about her. She tries to remember if she's ever told her anything truly defamatory, anything about the price on her head, and even as she reminds herself Milliways has rules she still feels the slam of iron hit her back, her thigh, and her arm. The memory as fresh as if it were yesterday.