‘Here it is,’ said Twilight, opening the book. ‘Yep! Told you.’
Smith leaned over, cheek pressed up against her mare’s. ‘You did, at that.’
‘I knew there was something familiar about that hut.’
Smith’s ‘Mmhmm’ rumbled all the way through Twilight’s body. ‘Shame Pa tore it down.’
‘The ground’s still there. We could put down a plaque.’ She tried to ignore the way Smith was nibbling at her ear.
‘On good farmland!’
‘Mmyep. Their good farmland.’
‘Princess Celestia herself gave us that land.’
Twilight turned, and Smith could see the moment was over. ‘But she got it from the buffalo...’