lower lip. She should have stopped him, slapped him, done anything besides participate. She touched her mouth. It was still burning. Sheâd definitely participated. Where was her pride? Her outrage? The man was more dangerous to her than sheâd realized. With an effort, Maia found her voice again. âYou might want to give me the particulars.â She sounded a little husky. âWhat type of animal, and whatâs the injury?â
âA horse. Jaseâs favorite horse Celtic High, although he wonât admit it. Unfortunately, thereâs a blizzard coming, a bad series of storms that could hang you up for days. Icanât trailer the horse out during the storm, so Iâll need you to come with me now. I can only promise that if itâs at all possible, Iâll have the roads cleared for you to return.â
Maia glanced upward at the rapidly falling snow. âI thought the storm wasnât supposed to hit for several hours.â
âItâs early. Weâve got to move fast to stay ahead of it.â
âIâll need my rig. I can follow you out,â Maia said, switching directions, the professional taking over. âI have the drugs and everything I need in the sterile packs. I have to call the service and let them know and get Dr. Stacy to take over while Iâm gone. Heâs able to work on an emergency basis. If weâre lucky, weâll beat the storm.â
âIâll drive. We keep the road to the ranch plowed, but it can get rough in spots,â Cole said, easily keeping pace with her. âAnd thereâs no way to plow during a blizzard. Jase said the bay went through a fence and that it has multiple injuries, gashes down to the bone and splinters of wood embedded in it. He said he thought the horse was suffering and should be put down, but he couldnât do it.â
âAnd you want me to save the horse even if it canât ever be ridden again?â Many ranchers put down a horse that was no longer a working animal.
âAbsolutely. Whatever it takes, as long as the horse isnât suffering,â Cole said. âWeâve got a big ranch. He can live out his days there.â
Maia nodded. âOkay then. And maybe weâll be lucky, and it wonât be as bad as it looks. Horses can sustain heavy injuries, and if you keep them from getting an infection, can come back quite sound.â She glanced back toward his truck, white from the fall of snow. âIâm used to driving in the snow. You donât want to leave your truck here.â
âI have plenty of vehicles at the ranch, including a helicopter. And no oneâs going to touch my truck.â His gaze met hers squarely.
Maia couldnât prevent the small shiver that went down her spine. Cole was right. Maia knew most of the townspeople feared him. There was always that dangerous edge to him he couldnât hide, and he didnât bother to try. Recognizing there was little use in arguing, she pulled out her cell phone and made the call to her service. The snow fell into her hair and down the neckline of her shirt while she gave the necessary instructions.
As she pushed the small phone back into her pocket, she reached for the driverâs door just as Cole did. Maia pulled her hand back to avoid contact. âMy rig,â she said.
âBut Iâm driving. I know the road, and the storm is coming in far faster than we thought. Itâll be safer with me driving because I know every rut and curve in that road.â Cole swept the snow from her hair, sheltering her with his body from the worst of the flurries. âWe donât have much time. Give me the keys.â
Maia paused, her hand gripping the keys. âWhy were you in jail?â She didnât want it to matter, but it did. She wasnât about to become another victim because she was too stupid even to ask.
Cole yanked open the door on the driverâs side, swift impatience