Danny had the saddle off Pete and was currying him down. “You did good out there, bud,” Danny whispered. “One more event, and you can go home and tell Angelina and Half-Asleep all about it.”
Dad stood leaning against the horse trailer, watching Danny. “I think you could shave a couple tenths of a second off your time if you tie your hooey with two wraps ’stead of three.”
“Maybe. But it might not hold.”
“And maybe it would.”
Danny nodded and was about to say he’d give it a try but was stopped cold by the sight of Ann coming his way…with the girl he’d caught staring at him.
Dad turned to see what he was looking at.
Ann smiled and waved. “Danny! You’ll never believe this. This is Meg Harris, and she found Banjo!”