All was quiet in the barns. Most of the horses appeared to be sleeping peacefully. Brett paused at Daisy Mae’s stall. “Wow!” he said, noticing the bandy-legged foal nuzzling at his mom’s underside.
“A colt. She gave birth a short while ago,” one of the relief crew said, walking toward him down the aisle way, a rubber bucket in each hand.
“Are they both okay?” A quick visual inspection told Brett both mother and son were doing well.
The guy smiled. “Went like clockwork.”
Another twinge from behind his eyes reminded Brett why he was there. “How’s Mr. Willowind?”
“The sorrel that passed over in the last intake?”
Brett nodded.
“He’s still responding to the neural cell re-energization you started him on. Reckon he’ll be back on his feet in no time.”
“Good.” Brett yawned.
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