Flo laughed.

The ready slang pleased her.
She led Carley along that log fence, through a huge open gate, and across a wide pen to another fence, which she scaled.

Carley followed her, not particularly overanxious to look ahead.

Some thick odor had begun to reach Carley's delicate nostrils.

Flo led down a short lane and climbed another fence, and sat astride the top log.