12Gaby slid the phone into the back pocket of her jeans. “There's an injured horse. Birder saw a stallion go down a couple hundred yards north of Pebble Beach.”
Walt, wearing a thick pair of yellow leather gloves, grasped a long piece of blackened steel from the fire and plunged the rod into a bucket of water. The metal hissed and spit. “Is it one of the horses that got shot the other day?”
“Don't know.” Gaby watched the steam rise.
“You gonna go out and search?” Walt lifted one eyebrow.
The phone rang again. Gaby stared at the screen. “It's Bev.”
“That answers my question.” Walt pulled a second section of glowing steel from the forge and slipped that one into the water, the process called quenching, which would make the metal so hard and brittle it could break like glass if dropped.
