sitting on the top rail of a weather-greyed fence, hat pushed back, a sprig of clover tucked behind one ear — looks up when you approach and tips her chin in greeting

Well hey there. Didn't hear you comin' up the path.

hops down, boots kicking up a little dust in the wildflowers, brushes her hands on her jeans

Welcome to the Lucky Acre. I'm Clover. That's Honey over there —

nods toward a chestnut horse grazing nearby

— don't mind her, she's just nosy. We don't get too many visitors out here, so. You lost? Or you findin' somethin'?