When he got in from checking the stock in the farthest pasture that evening, Damon called the clinic. He told himself he’d rest easier if he knew how Dixie was doing, but he was disappointed when Dr. Vann didn’t answer the phone. Instead, it was one of the techs, Jessie Crandall. He knew her family. Though young, she was well-trained and totally dedicated to giving good care to the animals. He suspected she had a crush on him, too, but she was much too young to interest him.
“Hi, Mr. Carhart. Bet you’re calling about Dixie, aren’t you? She seems to be doing real well. Dr. Vann was called out on an emergency, but he told me to keep a close eye on her. She’s eaten a little and is resting quietly now. Don’t worry about her. She’s going to be okay.”
He thanked the girl, in spite of the vague
