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Nathaniel’s?”
    “Lilly, it’s for the convenience of dealing with her condition, not to give her a new home. Nate didn’t want to transport her until she was more stable and I think we’re just about there, but that doesn’t guarantee her recovery. If she doesn’t improve, he won’t let her go on like this, in pain.”
    “I understand.”
    “What were you going to do out here at night?”
    “I don’t know. Eat my sandwich. Be with her, I guess.”
    He tilted his head. “Do you have horses?”
    She shook her head. “Never have, but when I was real young I rode some. Well, it’s been a long time, but when I was a kid, I was surrounded by them. Back on the reservation. I’ve ridden with Annie a few times, but I’m not around horses much, just when I deliver their feed. Finding her like this, it kind of made me responsible in a way. At least for making sure she wasn’t alone.”
    “It could be midnight before she’s either better, worse, ready to transport or…” He didn’t finish.
    “I brought a jacket and a—” She felt silly about the sleeping bag. Did she really plan to lie on the ground next to a twisting, kicking horse through the night? Evenin August, in the mountains or surrounded by them, it was cold after dark. “I’d be willing to share the sandwich,” she said. “Who knows, you might not get pot roast delivery for a long time.”
    “I don’t know. I feel like I’m taking a chance on a mushroom sandwich.”
    “You might actually like it. Hey, you aren’t planning on leaving this horse in the pasture, are you? Because, if I remember, she can’t be grazing. Isn’t she off food?”
    “I’m on top of it, Lilly. The barn and corral where she was kept—Nathaniel looked at it and it’s out of the question. It’s filthy, cluttered, the fence in poor condition. Once she takes a turn for the better, I’m going to take her to Nathaniel’s clinic. And until she’s feeling a lot better, believe me, I won’t let her graze. She’s miserable.”
    “Yeah,” Lilly said, connecting with the mare’s eyes. “Be right back,” she said. She jogged toward her Jeep. With her hands on a fence post, she put one booted foot on the top barbed wire, pressed down and jumped over. Getting back over the fence was slightly more difficult—her hands were full of food and drink. “Bottled water or apple juice?” she asked him.
    “You first,” he said. “I have a couple of warm colas in the truck.”
    She smirked and handed him the apple juice. “This is much better for you. And hold these, please.”
    “Nuts?” he asked.
    “Also good for you, as is the half sandwich.”
    “I don’t know….”
    “Be a big boy,” she said, and then thought, he is really such a big boy! But she kept her eyes cast down and opened the wrapping of her sandwich. She’d already cutit in half, thankfully. She put her water on the ground and traded with him—sandwich for bags of nuts. “Think she’ll let us sit down?” she asked.
    Clay dropped the rope and backed away. “Better give her space. She isn’t thinking about her human friends right now. She could drop on you and grind you right into the pasture.”
    Lilly followed him about ten feet away from the mare, then carefully sat. “I probably have a…a blanket or sleeping bag in the Jeep….” She still couldn’t admit to planning to sleep beside a sick horse she had no real connection to.
    “Yeah, me, too,” he said. “But the ground is dry enough.” Down he went, crossing his legs. “And so. We have a mushroom sandwich.”
    “One of my favorites,” she said. “What brought you to Nate’s practice?” With the question, she bit into hers.
    “I have family nearby. A married sister with a family in Grace Valley. And if you come from the mountains, the cold mountains at about seven thousand feet, Los Angeles County is a little low, hot and smoggy. Even out in the hills.”
    “Why don’t you just go back to Flagstaff?”
    “Because