Promise Canyon (Virgin River #13)(13)

Getting acclimated to Nathaniel's practice was more than a full-time job for Clay, and as they didn't have any hands at the moment, the daily stable chores were handled by Clay, Nathaniel and Annie. Since Clay's main function would be assisting the practice and managing the barn, he'd have to bring on a hand or two right away, probably two hands for now--one full-time and one part-time. He'd have to talk over some ideas with Nathaniel later.

With the troubled economy, it was a good time to grow the equine business; Nathaniel's farm practice would keep them afloat. While some stables were struggling, some even closing, Jensen's could grow slowly because it was not solely dependent on the horse business. Nathaniel said that he'd eventually bring on another vet to assist in the livestock practice and more hands to free up his time so he could concentrate on horses. But all that was in the future.

Their new customer arrived the first afternoon Clay was on the job and they were all on hand to greet Magnum's Winning Streak, known as Streak for short. He came from the National champion Magnum Psyche line; he was young, unproven, unbroke and undisciplined, but magnificent to look at. He was powerful and impressive, but there was something about him Clay just couldn't put his finger on. The original owner had decided to let him go, sell him, rather than invest more money in him, which was how Ginny Norton came to own him. He was truly beautiful; definitely irresistible.

Ginny's hired hand, Will Burry, expertly backed him out of the trailer and once he was free he immediately began to snort, dig at the ground and pull away with his tail propped in the air. Will tried to coo, soothe and move the horse to the round pen to turn him loose, but he was a handful and it took Will a while. Then he faced his gathering, pulled the hat off his head and wiped a sleeve across his brow. "I told Miss Norton, there's more to this horse. I've seen plenty of unbroke animals, but he acts downright dangerous. Young fella doesn't trust anyone or anything, and he's got a lousy temper besides."

When Nathaniel had seen the horse a couple of days earlier in Ginny's small backyard stable, he had asked her to let Will bring him over alone, give them a few days with the animal before any assessment was made. So Ginny was not here as they first observed him in his new surroundings. Inside the round pen, Streak ran in circles as if he had months' worth of pent-up energy to burn off.

While Nate and Annie spoke with Will, Clay leaned his forearms on the fence and watched the two-year-old work off some steam. People had many and varied reasons for selling a horse. Could be they took stock of their stable and decided to thin it out to make room for better investments; they could have decided putting more into this particular animal was throwing good money after bad and chose to cut their losses. Only time would tell with Streak, but he was too young to write off. As Clay watched him run, throw his head, snort, rear and dig at the ground, he found himself hoping it was something a little experience and intuition could resolve because the horse was so damn beautiful.

He was chestnut in color, had four white stockings and a white blaze that ran down the bridge of his nose. He was big for a young Arabian--sixteen and a half hands at least, maybe thirteen hundred pounds. Willful, energetic, maybe a little crazy. For about the millionth time Clay was asking himself why some of God's most amazing creatures were so difficult to harness. So much trouble to befriend. He just shook his head and laughed. The horse shook his head and snorted at Clay, then ran another lap.

That horse needed to be let loose in the round pen for a few hours. He had a bad case of stable fever.

Clay heard Will's pickup depart and then Nathaniel and Annie were flanking him. With all eyes on Streak, Nathaniel said, "Some days are better than others with this horse, Will says, but even brushing him is dangerous. When Will can get a harness on him, he's fitful. When Ginny attempts to touch him, he shies. She's afraid that even if they eventually saddle him, she'll be thrown."

"She should be afraid," Clay said. "Look at him. He has some serious trust issues." Clay turned to Nate. "I'll try to catch him, put him in the stallion stall and feed him."

"Want help?"

"Nah," Clay said, smiling. "But I'm going to let him get good and tired before I try to catch him."

Nate gave him a slap on the back and went back to his office.

By the time Clay got around to the horse, he was still skittish, but Clay had seen far worse. Streak had worked up a lather, but Clay wasn't going to attempt any grooming; getting him acclimated was enough for today. Besides, just catching him was a huge accomplishment. They communed in silence, but all Clay was picking up was a nervous colt. He decided to work with him in the morning.

Once Streak was fed, settled in his stall and alone for the night, Clay's mind moved on to other things. He hadn't yet had a chance to get acquainted with Nate's computerized records and if he was going to contribute to animal care and stable management, he'd have to be up to speed on that. Annie had offered him dinner again but Clay declined. He didn't want to set a precedent of spending all his time off with them. Although he considered Nathaniel a friend, he was also a boss. So Clay made himself a couple of sandwiches in his room and worked on a list of things he'd like to accomplish his first week.

He eventually pulled a book out of his duffel. Clay liked to read about earth sciences--geography, geology, meteorology, ecology. He also liked astronomy and still packed in that horse trailer, due to the lack of room afforded by his current living quarters, was a state-of-the-art telescope. But when the book dropped into his lap and he lay reclined on his bed, his sleepy thoughts drifted toward the long-legged blonde he had been married to and he wondered if she was all right, if her loneliness and anxiety plagued her now that he was no longer there for her.