Sleepy Fox Hollow Get Joanie on the phone, she'll leave us on a light

She was caught off guard. She shouldn't be so surprised—how many times had she done the very same to Ingram, only with sand instead of snow? And how many times had he flung sand at her in return? Nevertheless, a sharp inhale followed by a muffled giggle and a squint betrayed her shock at the most honourable Mahler stooping to such a dirty trick.

Not that she had a problem with it. She played dirty so it was only fair that he did, too. She reared back her head and then flicked it forward, letting go of the half-eaten rabbit at just the right moment to send it sailing through the air toward him. Hopefully, she thought with a smirk, to smack him right in the face that would distract him from the tackle she was aiming at his chest.