A cool breeze fluttered through the trees, sending a chill through Chey’s spine. Just like that, summer was on its way out, and autumn was quickly turning the corner. She tucked her hands further into her sweatshirt pockets. She had only just gotten outside, she’d warm up soon enough.
Chey made her way to Toffee’s paddock and leaned against the fence. Toffee’s pasture mates had been moved around a bit, but tha...