42 Tyler “Hi, Dr. Bohm,” I answered, careful to keep my voice low. “Are you at Miss Hannah’s ranch?” he asked, his tone all business-like. “Yes.” “How’s the horse?” “I don’t know for sure yet, sir. We’re going to move the mare in a few, and I’ll take a few x-rays. Once I know if it’s just a sprain or if it’s worse, I’ll let you know.” “Good. Call me once you have the results, and let me know if I need to go out there.” “Yes, I’ll call right away. Thanks.” I put my phone away and sat back on the ground. Gabi stayed on her knees and hovered over her mare. “Pretty, pretty girl,” she whispered, running her hand over Branca’s shiny white coat. “Didn’t you buy her a few weeks ago?” “Sim.” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Why?” I shrugged. “I haven’t had a horse, any pet actuall

