The stallion’s scream nearly drowned out David’s words.
“I have to see you. Please.” David’s voice quavered and he ran his freckled hands down his thighs.
Marcus Denton recognized the need in the other man’s eyes.
Malotov bellowed again, more than a whinny, his guttural call to the mare in the breeding pen sent a vibration through Marcus’s chest. They stood a few yards from Malotov’s stall; the rich odors of manure and hay and horse permeated the September breeze. The stallion paced, moaning, his lush chestnut coat white with sweaty froth from neck to belly. He kicked out and the metal bars of his stall door shook.
Marcus looked over the barn area. In the breeding pen, Dr. Lee bent over his vet’s bag, setting out gloves, cleanser, a tail bandage. A groom adjusted the mare’s protecti
