CHAPTER SEVEN
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Marley turned his head and nuzzled my fingers as I gently probed the area around the slight swelling. I tensed for a second, relaxing as he did nothing more than snuffle my hand.
“Marley’s been hurt.” I shifted sideways from where I was squatting in front of the big horse’s front legs. “See? Right here.”
Fenice bent over to look at the spot on the left leg. “I don’t see anything.”
“Use your fingers; you’ll feel it.”
Marley blew into my hair. I prayed he was just smelling me, and not using my head as a convenient handkerchief.
“Oh, yes, now I feel it. What is it?”
“Feels like the start of a hematoma on his flexor muscle.” I gently pushed Marley’s muzzle away and stood up, wiping my hands on my skirt. “Who’s the vet around here? You should have him
