who remained near the corral watched her. She took the horse’s lead and walked him from the enclosure, hoping he had the gumption to make it back to the ranch.
The buckboard was loaded, so Ruby led the gelding to the trough, let him drink a minute and then tied him to the tailgate. After climbing up to the seat and unhooking the reins, she spoke to the Duchess and Boone. “We’re heading back real slow. This fellow needs a good home.”
Once outside town, she stopped the team, got down to untie the gelding and let him graze in the shade of a tree for a few minutes. Back on the road, she turned and checked on him often as they made plodding progress.
Finally reaching the ranch, she drove the buckboard to the house.
Dugger had seen her approach, and joined her to unload the items. “Where’d the gray come from?”
“I bought him from a man in town.”
“Looks mighty sickly, don’t he? I’m surprised he made it all the way here.”
“Me, too.” She untied the gelding and led him toward the stables.
Nash appeared at the corner of the building and faced her with feet planted. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve brought home a horse.”
“I can see it’s a horse. What’s it doing here?”
“I bought it.”
“You paid for that animal?”
“He was in a bad situation, and I wasn’t going to leave him behind.” She stroked the horse’s withers and stepped nearer his head to rub his bony brow.
Nash’s expression didn’t reveal his thoughts. He looked at the horse for a long moment. “You’ve taken on a big job.”
“He’s had a hard life. I’m going to take care of him.”
“And just how do you plan to do that?”
“Well, feed him, first off. I’ll give him plenty of oats and water.”
Nash shook his head. “Can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“This horse is malnourished. He’s not used to eating. Feeding him as you would any other horse would kill him.”
A bolt of concern rocketed through Ruby’s chest. “I let him eat grass on the way home!”
Nash’s expression softened. He visibly relaxed his shoulders. “Grass is fine. Hay, too. But no hard grains. You’ll have to start feeding him slowly, making mash like wet slop at first.”
“Out of what?”
“Soybean meal, linseed meal. It’ll have to be ground until his stomach and intestines get used to it.”
“Ground. Could I use the coffee grinder?”
“Don’t see why not.” Nash watched her stroke the animal’s neck. “Bring him inside, then get the grinder. I’ll show you.”
Nash didn’t know what to make of this woman bringing home a badly neglected horse. It seemed she’d made herself right at home—and she was; he couldn’t deny it. The land was legally hers. The agreement between him and her mother had been a verbal one. At the time Laura had been weak, but they’d all assumed Pearl would be here to retain the property and house.
Watching Ruby with the horse, recognizing her instinctive need to help the animal, played havoc with Nash’s knowledge of the woman. What was a footloose and fancy-free honky-tonk singer doing caring about the fate of an abused animal? He didn’t like this chip in his already polished opinion.
She headed for the house and returned carrying a big wooden coffee grinder with a cast-iron crank.
“Take the drawer out and set it over a pan in the back there,” he told her. “I’ll take him to a stall.”
Nash led the docile horse away, and Ruby did as he asked. When he returned he scooped soybean meal into a bucket and scooted it toward her. She cranked while he went for a pail of linseed meal.
When she changed hands, he realized her arm must be growing tired, but she was relentless. “Let me do the linseed,” he offered.
“I can do it,” she insisted.
“We still have the rugs and furniture to put back,” he reasoned. “I can do this faster.”
She relented, but knelt close to do all the scooping.
After several minutes of silence he looked at her. “I have to ask. How did this horse purchase come about?”
“I was waiting for Mr. Brubeker’s grandson to load the things I bought, and I saw a gathering at the livery. I was curious, so I walked over. A man had four horses he was trying to sell. They were all skinny and their coats were in bad shape. This one was the worst.”
“And so you bought him?”
She tucked her hair behind her ear, glanced away, but then looked back at him. “Yes. I couldn’t watch that man any longer, and I couldn’t let him get away with mistreating those animals.”
“What about the other horses?”
“Some of the men there bought them.”
Getting to his feet, Nash studied the ill-treated animal and tried to picture the scene, but couldn’t. He certainly didn’t fault Ruby for her compassion, but she’d taken on a big job. “This should be enough food to last a few days. We’ll make a pailful at a time. Want to dip water?”
“Sure.” She got to her feet and soon returned, lugging a full pail.
Nash got a long wooden stick from the tack room and together they poured water and stirred. “Real thin,” he told her. “Then you have to let it stand and expand for a few minutes before you feed it to him. Otherwise it’ll swell in his belly.”
While they waited he went for a salt block and set it in the stall. At the front of the stable Dugger could be heard unharnessing the horses.
At last Nash carried the pail in for Ruby, and together they watched the animal lower his head to the slop and eat.
“And he can have grass, too?” she asked.
“Hay, grass, alfalfa,” Nash said. “You can’t let him out in the pasture for a couple of weeks. His intake has to be moderate until he’s doing well with this.”
She met Nash’s eyes. “You sure know a lot about how to take care of him. I would have done it all wrong and caused him harm.”
Her comment flustered Nash, but he didn’t let on. “Tomorrow you can wash him down. Then treat those sores.”
“Thank you, Nash.”
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