Who wants him, anyway? July was not about to tell her Peach wanted him. MacKenzie said he'd get him, only he didn't. Maybe we can make a two-wheel cart, Pea said. Clara splashed water out of the horse trough to wash her hands and forearms, and immediately started for the house.
For once Soupy Jones didn't have a word to say. He liked an animal that was as alert as he was--or, in the mare's case, even more alert. Bad as he felt, Augustus still enjoyed seeing the sun. July just looked at her sadly.
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