Cowboy Doctor

“Everyone around here is at breakfast,” he reminded her. “If you haven’t eaten yet, now’s the time.”

Good grief. He wanted her to leave. “I realize that, but I thought I’d check on Chief first.”

“I’ve already done that, so it won’t be necessary. He’s fine.”

Tracey had to count to ten. “I understand it’ll be two weeks before we’ll find out if he’s fully recovered. Do you know if Dr. Clayton has been here yet?”

“Nope.” Wrong question. “It seems you’re the one who told Granddad there was a new vet in Ravalli County.”

Strike one against her. She wasn’t wrong about his antagonism toward her. The question was why he felt so threatened. Tracey had picked up a lot from teaching children. Wes had become very defensive and was blaming her. Though she probably couldn’t alleviate the problem, she decided to give it one more try.

“When your grandfather couldn’t reach Dr. Cruz, we were both desperate, because Chief was in pain. That’s when I mentioned passing the Clayton Veterinary Hospital after I left Stevensville.”

Wes’s brown eyes took on what she thought was a strange glitter, but maybe it was a trick of the light. “You’re new here and would be wise to realize Chief is my horse. I’m the one who determines his care and knows what’s best for him.”

Did Wes mean he actually owned the horse? John had told her she could pick out any one she wanted. “Grady mentioned as much.” Somewhere there’d been a disconnect.

“One more thing for you to know. Dr. Cruz is our dude ranch vet, Tracey. When he’s back in his office on Monday, he’ll be the one to finish Chief’s treatment.”

Whoa. If there was some problem between Wes and his grandfather over the choice of vet, she didn’t dare get into it, and changed the subject.

“Yesterday I got acquainted with most of the horses, but Grady told me there are several I still haven’t seen. Would you mind showing them to me so I can pick out one to ride?”

“Not at all. But I think I know the one for you. Fancy Pants is the bay and a great mare. I’ll be exercising them in the corral a little later where you can get a good look at her.”

Tracey had already done that. It appeared Wes was doing everything to put her in her place. She certainly hadn’t expected to meet this degree of animosity over the vet incident and knew she needed to tread carefully. “Then I’ll come back. Thank you.”

“Sure.”

Since he’d made it clear he didn’t want her looking at Chief or the other horses right now, she started walking back to her cabin and pulled the granola bar out of her pocket. While she munched on it, she saw a red truck in the distance coming toward the barn. Her steps slowed and her heart did a huge kick.

When Dr. Clayton reached her, he lowered his window. “Good morning.”

It was, now. “Good morning.”

“How’s our patient?”

“I haven’t seen him yet. Wes told me he was fine and suggested I go to breakfast before it was too late to be served.”

“That’s interesting.”

They could read each other’s minds. “I thought so, too.”

“Is that where you’re headed now?”

“No. I had a snack a few minutes ago.”

“If you have time, would you like to take a look at him with me? I could use your calming influence while I inspect his hoof.”

“I have plenty of time.”

“Do you mind if I call you Tracey?”

“As if I would.”

She knew her feelings for him were growing too fast. In the short time since meeting him—heavens, was it only last night?—Tracey had the impression she was suddenly experiencing life in glorious Technicolor. He seemed bigger than life to her, stronger, more wonderful.

Oh, yes. He was definitely wonderful.

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