The next few hours were much of what Lucky would’ve predicted. Pony medical science might be primitive, but what they gave her for pain was far better than nothing. Several doctors and one policemare asked her about how she’d been burned, each time without Lightning Dust in the room. Each time she gave them the same honest answer—she’d just been playing music when she did it. No, her mom hadn’t hurt her. No, her mom never hurt her. Not even by accident. Yes, she knew she wouldn’t get in trouble if she told them bad things about Lightning Dust. She had nothing bad to say.