The horse has almost forgotten about you, too, Tommy. As evidenced by the way he's started to drift from the path, toward a particularly tantalizing patch of grass near the fence line.

"Right. Ice polo — or shinny, I think they call it. In case y'didn't know, there ain't a whole lotta ice in Texas."

She turns her head, her smirk shifting into a slight frown.



"You all right there?"