17Noah tilted his hat back and leaned both forearms on top of the fence. He watched the red stallion sniff around the pasture.
“Thank you, Noah.” The vet—a diminutive woman in her fifties with short-cropped black hair who everyone called Dr. Kim—adjusted her ball cap and watched the horse from behind dark sunglasses.
“No worries. I have the room.”
“And I only want you to hold him for a few days. Then we can take him back to his band.”
“Understood.”
They watched the horse limp into the shade of a paloverde tree, near which was an oval-shaped, steel stock tank filled with water. The horse dipped his head into the container and drank deeply. Afterward, he nibbled at the green grass that filled the enclosure.
“I'll go and get him some hay.”
Dr. Kim nodded. “I'd stay and help, but I have
