Several of the stalls’ upper doors were open and Rorie could sense the horses becoming increasingly restless. Walking on tiptoe, she moved slowly toward the source of the noise, somewhere in the middle of the stable. The horses were curious and their cries brought Rorie’s heart straight to her throat.
“Nice horsey, nice horsey,” she repeated soothingly over and over until she reached the stall those unearthly sounds were coming from.
The upper half of the door was open and Rorie flattened herself against it before daring to peek inside. She saw a speckled gray mare, head thrown back and teeth bared, neighing loudly, ceaselessly. Rorie quickly jerked away and resumed her position against the outside of the door. She didn’t know much about horses, but she knew this one was in dire trouble.
Running out of the stable, Rorie picked up the hem of her robe and sprinted toward the house. She’d find a way to wake Skip or die trying.
She was breathless by the time she got to the yard. That was when she saw Clay’s battered blue truck.
“Clay,” she screamed, halting in the middle of the moonlit yard. “Oh, Clay.”
He was at her side instantly, his hands roughly gripping her shoulders. “Rorie, what is it?”
She was so glad to see him, she hugged his waist and only just resisted bursting into tears. Her shoulders were heaving and her voice shook uncontrollably. “There’s trouble in the barn…”
Four
Clay ran toward the barn with Rorie right behind him. He paused to flip a switch, flooding the interior with bright light.
The gray mare in the center stall continued to neigh and thrash around. Rorie found it astonishing that the walls had remained intact. The noise of the animal’s pain echoed through the stable, reflected by the rising anxiety of the other horses.
Clay took one look at the mare and released a low groan, then muttered something under his breath.
“What’s wrong?” Rorie cried.
“It seems Star Bright is about to become a mother.”
“But why isn’t she in one of the foaling stalls?”
“Because two different vets palpated her and said she wasn’t in foal.”
“But…”
“She’s already had six foals and her stomach’s so stretched she looks pregnant even when she isn’t.” Clay opened the stall door and entered. Rorie’s hand flew to her heart. Good grief, he could get killed in there!
“What do you want me to do?” she said.
Clay shook his head. “This is no place for you. Get back to the house and stay there.” His brow furrowed, every line a testament to his hard, outdoor life.
“But shouldn’t I be phoning a vet?”
“It’s too late for that.”
“Boiling water—I could get that for you.” She wanted to help; she just had no idea how.
“Boiling water?” he repeated. “What the hell would I need that for?”
“I don’t know,” she confessed with a shrug, “but they always seem to need it in the movies.”
Clay gave an exasperated sigh. “Rorie, please, just go to the house.”
She made it all the way to the barn door, then abruptly turned back. If anyone had asked why she felt it so necessary to remain with Clay, she wouldn’t have been able to answer. But something kept her there, something far stronger than the threat of Clay’s temper.
She marched to the center stall, her head and shoulders held stiff and straight. She stood with her feet braced, prepared for an argument.
“Clay,” she said, “I’m not leaving.”
“Listen, Rorie, you’re a city girl. This isn’t going to be pretty.”
“I’m a woman, too. The sight of a little blood isn’t enough to make me faint.”
Clay was doing his best to calm the frightened mare, but without much success. The tension in the air seemed to crackle like static electricity.
“I haven’t got time to argue with you,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Good.”
Star Bright heaved her neck backward and gave a deep groan that seemed to reverberate in the stall like the boom of a cannon.
“Poor little mother,” Rorie whispered in a soothing voice. Led by instinct, she carefully unlatched the stall door and slipped inside.
Clay sent her a look hot enough to peel paint. “Get out of here before you get hurt.” His voice was low and urgent.
Star Bright reacted to his tension immediately, jerking about, her body twitching convulsively. One of her hooves caught Clay in the forearm and, almost immediately, blood seeped through his sleeve. Rorie bit her lip to suppress a cry of alarm, but if Clay felt any pain he didn’t show it.