Maye Lynn Hall
Lynn smiled and took Lewis' hand "Hall, Maye lynn Hall. And you are?" she said confidently, putting down her saddle to speak with Lewis head on.
"My uncle Beau Hall made it for me, perhaps you have heard about him?" she let go of Lewis's hand and gestured to the ornate English saddle.
Zinnia nickered a greeting to the boy, then pushed her golden head out of the stall, reaching with her black lips for Lynn's back pocket, where she kept horse cookies.

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