Fawn heard the commotion in the barn. She looked over her shoulder at Nana as she grabbed the lantern and shotgun, and headed out the door toward the barn. "I'll be back in a minute, Nana," she called. Midnight Sun never acts like this unless something is wrong.
Her auburn hair was coming out of its coiled restraints as her running feet jarred it loose. What could have spooked Midnight Sun? With the shotgun straight out in front of her in her right hand, she approached the partially open barn door. I was sure I had closed that door. Yes, I am certain I did. She held the lantern high and entered slowly.
"Easy, Sun," she cooed. "Easy, boy; I'm right here. Everything is okay." She kept her voice low, listening for any out-of-place noise. She sto...