Chapter Nine
The Gathering Storms
Amanda came hurriedly in from the paddock, looking for Jake. “Is he here?” she asked, brushing by Hank.
“No, he took off for a meeting.”
“Meeting?”
“Yeah, I haven’t a clue.”
“Newspaper office?”
“I don’t think so. He had his briefcase with him, the one with ranch records.”
“Oh.”
“Problem, Amanda?”
She shook off the feeling. “No. I need to call Doc Davis.”
“About what?”
“I’m worried, that new stallion that came in, something doesn’t seem right.”
“How about if I have a look.”
“Yes, why don’t you? I’m just going to get the vet on the phone.” She moved into the office, while Hank retreated; and once he was gone, she began rapidly shuffling through Jake’s desk. She tried for his datebook, but couldn’t find it. Must have taken it with him. She searc
