Nightstorm and the Grand Slam

“It looks like we might be lucky,” Francoise said gently to Issie. “If the pains are lessening then the chances are that he has spasmodic colic. It is painful – but it is the best kind of colic to get – he’ll get better again quite quickly.”

“It’s not because I overfed him, is it?” Stella looked distraught. “I gave him a regular feed…”

Francoise shook her head. “No – this kind of colic attack is usually brought on by nerves and stress, not food. He needs to be walked for the rest of the night, but the chances are good that he will recover.”

Avery agreed. “It looks like the muscle relaxant is working.”

“Will I be able to ride him tomorrow?” Issie asked. “It’s only a few hours until the cross-country.”

Avery shook his head. “It’s too soon. Even if all of his symptoms were gone by then, riding him would be a huge risk. He could develop a second bout and it would kill him.”

Issie’s heart plummeted. If you had asked her an hour ago she would have wept with gratitude just knowing that her horse was going to live – but to have her dreams yanked away like this… ohmygod, they were in the top three after the dressage! It was too cruel. But she knew what she had to do.

She couldn’t ride – she had to retire. She was pulling Storm out of Badminton.

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