Fresh-Start Ranch

Tessa tried to find the foal’s hooves, but instead found the tail. She sat back on her heels and looked up at the owner. “The foal’s breech.”

The man lost his color. “I don’t want to lose that baby. She’s sold.”

Tessa tried to get her mind around what she’d just heard.

“I need for you to save that foal.”

Lord, give me grace. It sounded as if the man was more concerned with his money than the horse. “I’m going to try to turn the foal, but—” Nothing else needed to be said.

“William, this is Sheriff Teague,” came the voice over a bullhorn. “I’m here to enforce the court order.”

The owner disappeared. Tessa didn’t pay attention to the conversation outside. She looked at the mare and prayed.

* * *

Ethan watched as William came out of the stables. He held the shotgun in his right hand.

“Put that thing down, William, before you hurt yourself,” Sheriff Joe Teague ordered.

William looked at the people standing around. “This isn’t right. You shouldn’t be taking Ma’s horses.”

“You can take that up with the judge.”

Ethan carefully watched William. He had been in Ethan’s sister’s graduating class. As a teenager, William hadn’t really fit in with either the kids in the rodeo circuit or the kids who were on the college track. He’d been a loner and apparently still didn’t know his calling.

They heard another whinny followed by Tessa’s voice. “Easy, girl.”

William turned and started toward the stable. “You better hurry before my mother gets back, because she’ll object.” He disappeared into the stables.

The sheriff turned to the gathered crowd. “No sense in moving that mare until she’s delivered. Let’s get the rest of these animals loaded.”

Ethan knew exactly where he needed to go. He walked into the stables and saw William standing at the last stall at the back of the structure. When he looked at Ethan, William’s ashen face sent alarm bells going off in Ethan’s head.

He rushed to the stall and saw Tessa on her knees. Sweat plastered the curls to her face and neck. Her eyes met his. He saw her concern and seriousness of the situation, but he also saw a woman who knew what needed to be done.

“Can I help?”

“The foal is breech and I need to turn it.”

“What do you need for me to do?”

“Talk to this sweet lady and calm her while I work to turn the foal.”

Could she do it? He didn’t know, but they were about to find out.

As they worked together, they were able to rotate the foal so the front legs were in the right position. Ethan helped Tessa, keeping the mare calm.

“That’s it, Lady. You’re doing a great job.” Tessa looked at Ethan. “One of the foal’s legs is still folded partially under the body. I’m going to try to straighten it out.”

The mare looked at Tessa, her liquid brown eyes focused on the doctor.

“I’m trying, girl.” Tessa didn’t panic but worked at trying to straighten out the one leg. Tessa reached it and grabbed the second hoof and pulled it forward. Lady gave a sigh.

In the next instant, both legs and a head appeared. Lady took over from there, and gave the final push.

Tessa sat back on her heels and smiled. “We—” she looked at him, then Lady “—did it.”

Chapter Two

Tessa settled the blanket around the filly’s shivering form. The miracle of birth always brought tears to her eyes. No matter how many births she attended, they were always awe inspiring. Ethan steadied the mare as she struggled to her feet.

Tessa’s eyes met his. Satisfaction glowed there.

“Thanks for the help,” she murmured. Oddly, they had worked well together, anticipating each other during Hope’s birth.

William’s voice floated into the stables. “Ma, they have a court order.”

“I don’t care,” came the shrill reply. “They don’t have the right. I’ve sold that foal and ain’t goin’ to give back the money.”

Tessa met Ethan’s gaze. His lips pressed into a line of disgust.

The sheriff appeared in the doorway. “If you’re ready, I’d like to get out of here ASAP.”

“We’re ready,” Tessa answered.

“I’ll carry the foal,” Ethan told them, “and that should take care of the mare. She’ll follow.”

“Put a bridle on her,” Tessa instructed as she cleaned up. “It will help later.”

“So you plan on taking the horses to the vet’s place?” Sheriff Teague asked.

The clinic couldn’t handle all the horses long-term, but there might be another place the rescue group used. For now it would be easier to assess the horses’ state of health at the clinic. She could also document their condition and take pictures, which she hadn’t been able to do because of the emergency. “Is there another facility the rescue group uses?” Tessa asked.

“No.” Ethan looked around for a bridle. When he didn’t spot one, he found a piece of rope and fashioned it into a halter to go over the mare’s head. “The last time we did a rescue, Doc kept the horses at his clinic, but then there were only twelve horses. The next day we found foster homes for the animals.”

Ethan walked to Tessa’s side and scooped up the foal. The filly wouldn’t make it onto the trailer on such shaky legs.

“I’ll grab my medical bag and Momma’s lead.”

Ethan waited until Tessa had gathered her tackle box before he walked outside. On unsteady legs, the mother horse followed her baby. Tessa caught the trailing end of the rope as a precaution.

Out in the yard, an elderly woman lunged at Ethan. Sheriff Teague stepped in her way.

“He can’t take the foal,” the woman argued. “She’s spoken for.”

Ethan walked into his trailer and set the foal on her feet. The foal stumbled around, trying to catch her balance. The mare followed. Ethan tied her to the inside O-ring, anchoring the rope.

“Stop him,” the woman yelled.