“Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one-hundred!”
Salomé opened her eyes and looked about. Spyke was indeed very much gone. What a pity he’d had to leave so soon, he’d been so sweet and so interesting. Oh well, she wouldn’t have wanted the poor boy stuck, and she’d got something out of the meeting, yes she’d got some very interesting information to share with Anna. She could just tell it to her mind to mind, she supposed, but the crossbreed mare decided that it would be more fun to tell her when both of them were actually there; she wanted to see the look on her sister’s face!
Grinning to herself, the red and gold mare turned away and set off down the moonlit beach at an easy trot to meet up with Anna down by the big stack.
Had she looked over her shoulder, she might have noticed the retreating hoofprints of the retreating ‘moon-foal’, but as she did not, Salomé never realized how she had been tricked.
