Cowboy Vet. Pamela Britton

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      “Hello, Rand,” she said, clutching his arms at the same time he held her by the shoulders, his black hat knocked askew, his big hands warm even through her thick coat.

      His expression, however, was cold. “What are you doing here?”

      HE KNEW HE SOUNDED RUDE, but he was in too much of a hurry to care.

      “I stopped in to see if you needed help with your surgery.”

      The surgery? How had she known…? It really didn’t matter. He glanced at Pauline. “Did Dr. Franklin call?”

      His receptionist shook her head, her face creased in a frown. “Sorry, Doctor. He’s out of the office for the week.”

      “Well, did you ask if his assistant could come?”

      “There’s nobody.”

      Damn it. He’d been dreading this exact scenario. In vain he’d tried to get a qualified vet tech out here to help out. Failing that, he’d tried to get an out-of-area vet to be on call. Normally that wasn’t a problem, but for some reason every vet within a sixty-mile radius was either already on call for another clinic or out of the office.

      “Where’s Brandy?”

      “She’s in the back, cleaning kennels.”

      “Get her out here. I’m going to need her help with a C-section.”

      “But—”

      Rand didn’t wait to hear her response. Brandy wasn’t qualified, but she would do. God willing, there’d be no complications from surgery that might require another pair of skilled hands.

      “Rand, wait,” Jessie said, following him outside to the horse trailer hooked up to his black, one-ton truck. Valerie, the owner of the mare—a college-age kid Rand knew wouldn’t be able to afford the coming vet bill—stared at him with wide eyes. The mare on the other end of the lead rope stood with her head down, her chestnut sides dark with sweat.

      “I don’t have time to wait,” he said, signaling the mare’s owner to follow. “I’ve got a foal to get out.”

      “I can help with that,” Jessie stated, stepping up alongside him, her short red hair framing her face.

      “Brandy can help,” he said curtly. That was all he needed—Jessie to mess things up.

      His vet clinic was set up like most—main office at the front, equine exam room behind that, with a surgical facility and medical barn out back. He slid open one side of the double doors between the office and the surgical room, flicking on a light. “Bring her in here.”

      “Dr. Sheppard,” Valerie said, “You know I can’t pay—”

      “I know. Don’t worry.”

      When his gaze drifted past the frightened girl, he saw Jessie trailing in their wake.

      “Jessie. Really. I don’t need your—”

      “Stuff it,” she said. “You’ve got no assistant. I’m it.”

      He didn’t have the energy to fight her—or the time. He led Jessie and Valerie to the surgical room.

      Things happened in a hurry. The mare’s water had broken nearly an hour ago. That meant the foal might have been oxygen-deprived for nearly a half hour. Not good.

      The first test of Jessie’s skill came within minutes. “Can you do a prep for me?” he asked.

      “Where are the clippers?”

      “Third drawer on the right.”

      She nodded; he turned away, gathering the medication he’d need.

      The sound of the clippers filled the room as Rand hung the IV set on the hook suspended above the mare’s back. His needle primed, he turned, surprised to see Jessie swabbing the area around the mare’s jugular she’d just clipped, the stringent smell of alcohol filling the room.

      “Ready,” she said, stepping back.

      Brandy showed up then, slowly shuffling her feet. Rand concealed his displeasure. The girl was never in a hurry to go anywhere, which meant trouble in a vet clinic, where seconds might count. Frankly, he probably would have fired her if he wasn’t so short-staffed. He’d have to talk to her about that. Again.

      “Lead her up,” he told Brandy, signaling for the mare’s owner to step back.

      Brandy tried, but the tired mare didn’t want to move.

      “G’yup there,” Jessie said before he could. “Go on.” She slapped the horse on the rump and clucked.

      That did the trick. Rand quickly administered the valium. Within seconds the big chestnut’s knees buckled, then she went down. It took both Jessie and Rand to hook the unconscious mare to the hoist that would move her into position on the padded operating table.

      “That’s it,” he said, the tricky procedure accomplished in a matter of minutes. Precious minutes.

      Damn.

      “Brandy, get the—”

      But Jessie was already one step ahead of him, searching through drawers and finding the mouth tube.

      “Can I do anything?” Brandy asked, fiddling nervously with the end of her brown ponytail. He’d had her assist with other surgeries, but she was still so new that she approached each procedure with trepidation.

      “Just stand there for now.” He inserted a catheter in the mare’s vein as Jessie handed him the ends of the IV set. When he was done with that, she hooked the mare to the respirator and vital-signs monitor near the horse’s head.

      Impressive.

      It was all he had time to think before he was busy getting instruments ready for the next step.

      “You might want to go outside,” he told Valerie.

      The young girl didn’t need to be told twice. She knew what was coming and knew it wouldn’t be pretty. The question was, how would Jessie take it?

      “What about me?” Brandy asked.

      “Stay here. I might need you.”

      The sound of the hair trimmer buzzed through the air again, Jessie prepping the surgical area without glancing up. His estimation of her skills rose with each swipe of the clippers. She didn’t need to be told where he’d be cutting. She obviously knew. And she knew how big an area to clip, too.

      “You’ve done this before,” he said.

      “Once or twice,” she offered, grabbing the Betadine she’d pulled off the counter, liberally swathing the area.

      The breeding farm, he surmised. So she really had worked for one.

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