She hadn’t noticed them there, under the small deck.
Walking out to feed the horses, the rosy glow of the cloud bellies drew the phone out of her jeans pocket to snap the photo. Good Morning make it a great day. Sending the Tweet with the photo and tucking the phone away, she was steps from the hay.
But the “Mornin’ boys” stuck in her throat at the first stab of pain at her ankle. And by then, it was too late.