Secrecy Amongst Friends
Sylvie watched her parents pull out of the driveway in their cars and head to work. She waited a little while, until she got the phone calls from them making sure she was all right and they would be home for dinner, then she took off.
She strode towards downtown, dressed in a regular t-shirt and sweater, with her amazingly comfortable buckskin jacket over it, and her rifle in its holster on her back.
People she knew as townsfolk waved and nodded as she passed by, while the visitors clustered around her, begging for a picture with her or trying to say hello.
Sylvie begged off all of them and quickened her pace a little. Having four hooves could come in handy, she admitted to herself. Without actually running, she could move faster than all but the quickest human walk.
With a sigh of relief, she managed to duck down an empty alley and shake her admirers. Checking herself once over to make sure nothing had gone missing or been added to her person,