Fresh-Start Ranch. Leann Harris
“The mare might not make it back to your stable. And the foal, her leg was in the wrong position when she was born. She has a slight limp. If they’re left here, we can oversee their medical condition and help at this critical junction. It’s their best chance to survive and fully recover.”
For the first time, the hostility in Doris’s expression softened.
“She’s got a point, Ma.”
“Dr. Grant is right in her assessment, Doris,” the older veterinarian confirmed. “The best choice for your animals is to leave them here. Do you want to see how they’re doing?”
Doris put her hands on her hips and glared. “Of course.”
“Come in and see for yourself.” Doc motioned Doris into the breezeway.
Ethan stepped to William’s side. “Why don’t you put that rifle down before someone gets hurt?”
Relief swept across the young man’s face. “Ma thought we needed the show of strength.” He looked at his mother. She nodded and he put the rifle on the floor behind the seats in the cab.
William moved behind his mother with Ethan and Tessa trailing behind.
Doc walked down the breezeway to the barn. “This way, Doris.”
She shook her finger at Doc. “Okay, but I’m not giving up on getting my horses back.”
“I’d expect nothing less,” he answered.
Doris and William walked through the barn door.
“You handled that well,” Ethan whispered to Tessa.
“You’re surprised?”
“Nope.”
Tessa didn’t know how to take his answer. He didn’t wait for her but caught up with William. Tessa followed after, trying to decide how she felt about Ethan McClure.
The man seemed to be a bag of walking contradictions. He went from skepticism to approval. He questioned her qualifications yet took directions well from her last night, didn’t hesitate and did his turn nursing the horses without complaint. His skills were excellent, but that didn’t surprise her, his being a rancher. Had he changed his mind about her or would he at some point call her ability into question again?
She couldn’t get a good read on him and that made her jumpy.
Doris stopped and looked into the stall. Lady nibbled the feed, while her foal rested on a pile of clean hay in the corner of the stall.
“They’re looking fine to me,” Doris commented.
Tessa joined them by the stall door. She prayed for the right words. “That’s because we stayed with them all night. Lady’s had two IVs.” Doc must’ve removed the IV from the mare. “We can treat them medically. Since Dr. Adams and I are here, we can oversee any complications. We’ve got fluids, antibiotics and high-grade feed for them. That foal needs some TLC for her leg. No one is going to want a horse that can’t be ridden.”
Doris wavered.
“And you’ll have your time in court to argue for getting them back,” Ethan added. “It would be to your advantage to cooperate with us, Doris. I’ll be sure to tell the judge you did.”
The older woman’s eyes narrowed, but she nodded grudgingly. “All right, but you be sure to do that.”
“I will.”
They walked outside and discovered Sheriff Teague there.
“Everything okay out here?” Joe asked, getting out of his patrol unit.
Doris frowned, but she didn’t respond.
“Everything’s fine,” Doc Adams answered. He turned to Doris.
She didn’t comment, just glared at them, then climbed into the truck, slamming the passenger-side door. William got into the driver’s seat and they sped off, leaving a cloud of dust.
As Tessa watched the truck disappear, she knew deep in her gut this wasn’t going to be the last time she’d have a run-in with Doris and her son. She just hoped that Doc—and Ethan—would be there to calm things down when trouble came knocking again.
* * *
Tessa sat in the clinic office the next day, staring at the report she’d just finished. She clicked the print button. Too many times she’d had to write similar reports. Doc had called Mary back and told her the report would take another day, due to the increased workload at the clinic that had them scrambling. Tessa could easily see why Doc Adams needed another vet to help.
Standing, she walked to the printer. Each time she participated in a rescue and saw how people neglected their horses, her heart broke. But God had given her this eternal hope that no matter how bleak, He could shine a light into any darkness, as witnessed by Hope’s birth.
She heard a car engine outside, then car doors slam.
As she gathered the pages from the printer, she heard the screen door creak open. She strode out of the office into the waiting area. Looking through the window, she saw a horse trailer.
Unease crept up her spine. Doc had left for one of the ranches north of the clinic about forty-five minutes ago.
Scout, the clinic’s dog, started barking, followed by the sound of another distressed whinny. Tessa raced into the barn. William and another man stood by Lady and Hope’s stall.
“What are you doing?” Tessa demanded in her best command voice.
The men whirled. “Who are you?” the stranger asked.
“I’m Dr. Grant, one of the vets here.”
The man’s mouth curved into an oh-you’re-a-girl-and-I-can-charm-you smile. “You’re too cute and young to be a vet. Why, you can’t be more than sixteen.”
His grating attitude left her cold.
William jumped in. “No, she’s the vet who delivered the foal. I saw it with my own eyes.”
The other man’s brow rose. “Ah, beautiful and skilled.”
She wasn’t buying his line. “What are you doing here, William? I thought we’d resolved this issue yesterday with you and your mother.”
“Aw, don’t call Willy that. He’s a good ol’ boy and not the stuffed shirt his old man was,” the stranger interrupted.
Tessa stepped past Mr. Charm into the stall. “What are you doing, William?” she asked again. William glanced over her shoulder at the stranger.
“Willy wanted me to see my investment,” the man offered, his voice coming from behind her.
Tessa turned to face the stranger. She stood by William’s side. “I’m sure William told you that you’ll have to take that up with the court.”
He shrugged and took a menacing step toward her. “I’ve already paid for the foal.”
William shifted his weight from one foot to another. Tessa noticed the panicked look on his face. She squared her shoulders and put authority into her words. “I’m sure the court will take that into account.”
The stranger’s fake smile melted and his eyes went cold. “Why bother the courts?”
Tessa understood perfectly that the stranger was trying to intimidate her. She opened her mouth to respond, but another voice cut in.
“Because, Kevin, the sheriff’s already seized the animals. And if you’re trying to take the foal, you’ll be breaking the law, subject to arrest and then they’ll have an access into all sorts of information about you.”
The man whirled to face Ethan. Tessa had never seen a better sight than the tall rancher. She breathed a prayer of thanks.
“Ah,