Rough, Raw and Ready(53)
Trevor dressed and raced out with Edgard while Chassie started a pot of coffee. It was damn cold out—the thermometer read a frigid twelve degrees—and they’d need to warm up after they dealt with whatever ailed the horse. She pulled her hoodie more tightly around her head as she buttoned her coat.
As she crossed the yard, her breath puffed out in a white cloud, freezing her nose.
She slid the barn door open and snuck inside.
No grunting animal sounds or encouraging human voices. By the time she saw the grayish light of the stall door open to the outside corral, she knew it was too late.
Wordlessly, Edgard and Trevor backed away so Chassie could climb up and peer over the slats.
She didn’t want to look. But she did.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I know how much she meant to you.”
Tears welled as she stared at the beautiful dead mare outside in the small pen. Her foal was dead, half in/half out of the birth canal. “How’d Meridian get outside?”
Edgard said, “She was restless when I first got here. I opened the door, thinking she might calm down if she could move better. She wouldn’t let me near her, it was dark and I didn’t realize where the foal was until it was too late.”
She’d seen her share of livestock deaths and animal stillbirths, but this one hit her hard. “Oh, damn, girl. I’m so sorry.”
Strong hands squeezed her shoulders.
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Chassie found her voice. “If I would’ve checked on her in the middle of the night like I was supposed to—”
“Don’t matter. Nothin’ even the vet could’ve done.”
“That don’t make me feel better.”
“Don’t change the facts, Chass, regardless of how it makes you feel.”
“No kiddin’.” She hated this cold, tough side of Trevor that reminded her of her father. She hopped down and faced her husband. “What happens now? We can’t afford—”
“You think I don’t know we just lost three grand overnight, not includin’ what that foal woulda brung? You think I don’t know we can’t afford to replace her?” Trevor spun around as if to punch the wooden slat. “Jesus, Chassie, I’m not stupid.”
She slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from berating him for his jerkish behavior.
“That’s not helping,” Edgard snapped.
“Know what will help, Ed? Find me a goddamn place to put Meridian’s carcass that ain’t by the herd and where the ground ain’t frozen solid. Least that stubborn mare had the good sense to die outside so I can get to her with the farmhand and I don’t have to use the machine to tear apart the damn barn.”
Chassie’s tears fell on the cold hay-strewn floor as Trevor fumed and paced and muttered.
“Know what else’d help, Trev?” Edgard’s tone was measured. “If you’d shut the hell up and walk it off.”
“Fine.”
Harsh, cold silence lingered.
Edgard’s gentle hands boosted Chassie’s chin and wiped the wetness from her face.
“I’m sorry about Meridian.”
She blinked. Some hard-as-spurs ranch wife she’d become. While her husband and his best friend sniped at each other, trying to find a solution to the problem of disposing of the dead horse, all she could do was stand like a statue and weep in silence.
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Her father’s voice boomed in her head, “You’re too emotional, Chassie. Too easily swayed by people and animals. That’s why it takes a man to run a ranch. A man don’t let emotions get in the way.”
“I’m sorry I’m such a crybaby.”
“Don’t be.”
She couldn’t speak around the lump in her throat. Beneath his reserved manner Edgard was calming and compassionate. She was half-tempted to throw herself into his arms for comfort since her husband was being such a jackass.
“Chass, sweetheart, why don’t you let me deal with this?”
By the look in Edgard’s eyes she knew “this” meant the disposal of the animal and Trevor’s mood. She swallowed hard. “Why? Because I’m a weepy woman?”
“No. Because the same thing happened to me on my ranch last year.” As he paused, appearing to weigh the rest of his answer, his thumb kept feathering over her jawline.
Softly. Sweetly. A light touch that aroused rather than reassured. “I wished to heaven I’d had someone to take care of it, or help me, or hell even to cry with, but I ended up doing everything all by myself and it sucked big time.”
His constant caress sent goose bumps cascading down her neck. She shivered, wondering how she could possibly feel anything but sorrow. Wondering how she could possibly be contemplating the press of Edgard’s full, soft-looking lips against hers in the ultimate show of comfort.