“That was delicious, Patsy. Thank you.” “You sure you got enough to eat?” Patsy asks. I step around Mollie and head for the sink. “There’s no food court on the ranch, Miss Luck. You get hungry, you’ll be SOL.” “Oh? So no Auntie Anne’s Pretzels, then?” She cocks her head, spearing me with a glare. “Never would have guessed. I’ll be fine.” Duke chuckles. “You’re a feisty one, ain’t you, Miss Luck?” “I prefer the term spirited.” “Self-possessed,” Goody adds. I turn on the faucet. “You know what we do with spirited horses here on the ranch?” Mollie lets her plate fall with a clatter beside the
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