rice pudding and raising horses.”
Sadness wound through his words, enough to keep Char from asking questions.
“Doctor?” The teen girl—he’d called her J.J. at the Armbrusters’—came their way from a service barn. A big red-gold dog trotted alongside her, ears up, tail wagging. A family kind of dog, happy and healthy. “We’re over here.”
Char indicated the passenger seat to the boy. “Want a lift?”
The boy shook his head. “Uncle Isaiah says if you can walk it, walk it. And if you can run it? Better yet.” He dashed off in the direction of the older barn.
Wise words.
Char followed, then pulled the van near the broad, open doors facing the driveway. In a time when many old barns were in a state of neglect, this one wore its age with dignity. Three extra-large stalls lined the western wall, while neatly stacked hay and straw did the same on the opposite side.
“You came straight over.”
Oh, that voice. His voice.
It drew her, but it wasn’t just his voice. There was something else. Something in the firm, strong way he stood. His quiet demeanor. No excessive movements, as if simple stoicism meant more than meaningless activity. She didn’t mention that she hurried this way because Ginger’s prognosis was the trickiest. He already knew that. “I wanted to see her settled.”
He led her to a big stall. The floor was thick with clean yellow straw. The chestnut roan was snatching hay from a wall-mounted hayrack. Nearby a clean water trough was full. A broad Dutch door faced the outdoors. The top half of the door stood open, bathing the stall in fresh air and light, while the bottom half of the door was firmly latched.
“Hey, pretty.”
Ginger perked her left ear when Char spoke, but kept right on eating.
“I hate to interrupt the first solid meal she’s had in who knows how long.”
Caring. Kind. A man of conviction. Not exactly the kind of man she was used to. Was that her fault? Or theirs?
“Can we put off the testing for a day?” he continued.
She faced Isaiah as the two kids came into the barn. J.J. came their way. Liam hung back, close to the haystacks. The dog sat by his feet, quietly watching the scene unfold.
“My thoughts exactly. Let’s let her get her bearings, and we’ll run tests tomorrow. Right now good hay, fresh water and a clean stall are her best friends, and you’ve taken care of that.”
“That was all J.J.” He settled that look of pride on the girl again. “She’s my right-hand gal with horses and she’s already determined that Ginger’s going to make it.”
Char could write the girl a list of reasons why the horse probably wouldn’t make it, but they’d face those hurdles in the days to come. “I like a solid optimist,” Char told her as she extended her hand to the girl. “Especially when optimism is paired with a good work ethic. I’ll come by first thing in the morning and take some samples. In the meantime I want to do a general deworming and start a course of antibiotics for whatever is causing that runny nose and cough. We’ll go more specific if needed when we have the test results.”
“Shouldn’t she have a bath?” asked J.J. “I think she’d feel better after one, don’t you?”
“She’d look better to us, but for her comfort’s sake, let’s just worry about food, water and the cleanliness of her surroundings right now. I promise you if this works, she’ll look a lot better four weeks down the road.”
“I hope so,” said the boy.
He sounded worried. And when she shifted her gaze to him, his expression showed deep concern.
“She looks sad to be in here,” he explained. “All cooped up with scratches and things when all the pretty horses are out there.”
All the pretty horses. There it was again, from a child’s lips, a phrase from that beloved poem. “She can’t be near our horses right now, Liam.” Isaiah squatted to the boy’s level. “She’s sick and she might make them sick. That’s why we’ve got to keep her over here for now, okay?”
“Like when Grandma puts me in time-out?”
“No,” said Isaiah kindly. “This is more like being in the hospital. Separated so we can give her time to get well again.”
“If you’d behave yourself, you wouldn’t be put in time-out,” noted J.J., sounding so much like Char’s big sisters that Char had to add her piece.
“We all outgrow time-out, Liam.”
He lifted his brows, encouraged, and Char smiled at him. “It’s part of growing up. Do you help with the horses?”
Another look of disappointment darkened his face. “I want to but Grandma says I’m too quick and they’re quicker yet.”
“He helps with chickens over at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, up the road.”
“They smell,” Liam told her. “Like, really bad.”
“Especially during rainy times,” Char noted.
The boy wrinkled his nose and nodded as she administered the first dose of antibiotic. Then she offered Ginger a quick dose of dewormer.
“We had turkeys on our horse farm down south,” she explained. “It was a thing with my grandfather, to give turkeys as gifts in November. And in those long, hot and humid days of summer, tending the turkeys was not a whole lot of fun.”
Liam smiled when she flashed him a look of commiseration. “When is her baby due?” he asked. “Like soon?”
“Pretty soon. I can’t tell exactly, but I’d say sooner rather than later.” She finished the parasite application and tucked the empty vial back into her pocket. “We’ll do some measurements tomorrow.”
“Then I’ll skip camp and stay here to help,” J.J. declared.
Isaiah’s face stayed calm, but his voice pitched down. “Jodie June, I do believe we’ve discussed this.”
“You discussed it by telling me what to do, but you know this changes things, Uncle Isaiah,” the girl insisted. “She needs someone checking on her and caring for her. She’s got to be more important than equine camp, isn’t she?”
“Except the camp is paid for and you made a commitment. And we don’t take commitments lightly. But the horse does raise a significant problem these next few weeks.” Isaiah turned toward Char. “J.J.’s gone during the day and I’m knee-deep in work with hay and oats, on top of caring for our herds and dealing with scheduled visits of potential buyers. I can install a mare camera in here, but with her deterioration she shouldn’t be left without regular supervision. Would it be possible to hire your services for the next few weeks, between your other patients? Stop over here, supervise her care, make sure we’re not missing something vital because we’re busy?”
Char knew how easily that
