“Oh…Hazel,” he deciphered. “That’s the girl with the curly hair, right?” Frank gulped. “Is she okay?” “Yeah, she’s fine,” Leo said. “According to Festus, her horse is racing along below. She’s following us.” “We’ve got to land, then,” Frank said. Leo studied him. “She’s your girlfriend?” Frank chewed his lip. “Yes.” “You don’t sound sure.” “Yes. Yes, definitely. I’m sure.”
