“Hello?” Sally answered her phone, resting the pitchfork down next to the wheelbarrow.
“Hey Sally!” Theresa Sutton’s voice came through the other end, the rattle of the truck and trailer she’s driving coming through the phone. “I’m about to pull into the driveway. Can you get one of the mare and foal stalls ready for the horse? She needs the space. Preferably close to the door. She’s… interesting. ...