Dan had only one thing on his mind. One of his best horses was down and hurt. He had to get the animal back to the ranch while the vet came out from town. Maybe they could still save the injured gelding. Not only a good roping and cutting horse, the bay had cow savvy that was almost uncanny. Losing Poco Brujo was unthinkable.
He saw Mal come running out, his shirt still unfastened and flapping. “What’s wrong?”
“Got a horse hurt. A bull went on the prod and charged him,” Dan answered. “My cell isn’t working, so I have to call the vet on the house phone. Then we’ve got to get back up there and see if we can get him into the trailer. I’ll pick the damn horse up and load him by hand if that’s what it takes.”
The two hands who’d stayed on the ranch ran up about then. He turned to them. “Red,
