Mum.â
âHer mother is there with her. Sheâll be more relaxed without people around her.â
âI promised Iâd ring Lawson if anything happened. Heâs going to freak.â
âIt wasnât anyoneâs fault. He wonât be angry. Anyway, Marnie is fine. Itâs the filly that got hurt.â
âDo you think I should ring him now?â
Caroline looked at her watch. âIt will be daylight in a couple of hours. You can ring him then. No point everyone losing sleep.â
While the rest of the house fell back to quietness, Jess sat peering out the lounge-room window. A thin stream of light shone from the shed. She pictured Opal lying listlessly in the straw, her legs torn and her lungs full of muddy water. âSurely Iâm not going to lose another one,â she whispered to herself. âThat would just be too unfair.â
5
THREE DAYS LATER, Jess stood with John Duggin, Shara and Craig outside the yard. Only now had the floodwaters gone down enough for the vet to be able to get through. It was the worst flood the gully had seen for a decade.
John had given Jess instructions over the phone, but every time she tried to get near Opalâs legs to clean the wounds, the filly bared her teeth and charged at her. She hadnât eaten and her flanks were sucked in against her hips, leaving caverns of hunger down each side. Now she stood in the makeshift stable with her nose screwed into a permanent scowl and her head cocked awkwardly to one side.
John stood with his legs apart, arms folded, and a serious look on his face while the girls waited eagerly for his diagnosis. âThe legâs not too bad. It probably shouldâve been stitched, but we should be able to get that right with some antibiotics and a bit of iodine.â He paused. âIâm more worried about that head injury.â
âHead injury?â said Shara, who had delayed going back to boarding school to support Jess and to learn as much as possible from John.
âSee the way sheâs holding her head to the side?â John tilted his own head as he studied the filly. âThatâs not right.â
âI thought she was doing that because of the pain,â said Jess.
âItâs pain, but itâs from her head, not from her leg. Did you say you dragged her out with a rope?â
âYes.â
âAround her neck?â
âIt was the only way,â said Jess. âShe would have drowned otherwise.â
âWith another horse right near her, you say? Could she have been kicked in the head, do you think?â
âYes, easily,â said Jess. âShe was thrashing around and kept going under the water.â
âCould it be an ear infection?â Shara asked.
âIt could be,â John replied, âbut I really need to examine her properly to be sure.â
âI canât get anywhere near her,â said Jess. âSheâs never been handled before.â
John looked thoughtful. âWe might have to get her onto a truck and bring her down to the surgery. Iâm sorry, but sheâs a real mess and sheâs going to need a lot of care for a couple of weeks. I donât think youâll be able to manage her on your own if sheâs not halter broke.â
âWeâll have to take the mare too, then, wonât we?â Jess said.
âIt would probably be a good idea.â
Jess groaned. âLawsonâs going to freak. He wants to take Marnie droving next week. Weâd planned to be weaning Opal now.â
âIt seems a bit cruel to wean her while sheâs so sick,â said John. âOpal really doesnât need any added stress at the moment.â
Craig stepped in. âIâll give Lawson a ring and ask if he minds letting the mare go with Opal, at least for a few days. He might lend us his truck too.â He set off towards the house.
Jess slumped against the wall, feeling totally
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