“What’s wrong?” she asked. She was kind to me. She didn’t hate me. She didn’t judge me. She could help me. “I need to get to the main gate,” I blurted. Harmony stopped in her tracks, blinking. “You what?” “My best friend is going to be here any minute to come get me. He said to meet him at the main gate, but I have no way of getting there without walking through pastures two and one. You and I both know the cowboys will see me and—” I cut myself off, the tears breaking free as my bottom lip trembled. “I can’t—I can’t—Harmony, please.”
