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wound to make sure everything is okay,” she said, intent on her task. “The rest will have to be done with a hose.”
    “Won’t that be too cold?” Nicholas asked.
    Cara shook her head, gently cleaning away a few bits of wood she had rinsed out of the wound. “The cold water will probably be soothing and help reduce any inflammation.”
    “And it will heal on its own? You’re not going to stitch it up?”
    “The wound needs to stay open so you can irrigate it. It will heal better that way.”
    “Really?”
    “Are you questioning my abilities, as well?” she asked, as an edge entered her voice.
    “What do you mean, ‘as well’?”
    Cara didn’t reply. The words had spilled out in a wave of frustration with Mr. Chapman and Nicholas, but mostly with herself for her silly reactions to their presence.
    “Duke is my father’s favorite roping horse. You can’t blame him for making sure he’s being taken good care of.” Nicholas frowned at her. He seemed surprised at her anger.

    And he should be. When they were dating, she never lost her temper. She had always done what was expected. Been the one to keep the peace.
    Fat lot of good that had done her.
    Now, despite her simmering anger, she still couldn’t break an age-old habit of avoiding confrontation, so instead of defending herself, she simply turned back to her patient and kept working.
    “Here’s the hose,” Dale called out as he climbed over the corral fence. “You sure this will work?”
    Cara didn’t bother to answer. She just held her hand out for the end.
    “You want to be careful with the angle of the hose. You don’t want to be streaming the water directly upward into the wound,” Cara said, demonstrating what she meant. “And keep the pressure low. You don’t want to reinjure any regenerating tissue.” She handed the hose to Nicholas and straightened, easing the crick out of her back.
    “How will I know when I’m done?”
    “Just do it for about ten minutes at a time. You’ll also want to rinse the edges of the wound to keep it clean and to prevent it from scabbing over.”
    “It will never grow together.” Dale planted his hands on his hips as if challenging her expertise. “You’ll need to stitch it.”
    “I’ve seen a horse with a foot-long gash in its side that healed up on its own,” Cara replied. “It’s quite surprising how the body heals.”
    Dale didn’t reply, and Cara hoped he was finished questioning and doubting her abilities.
    She crouched down again, getting a closer look at what Nicholas was doing.
    “Just keep doing that,” she said, gently prying aside the skin. “I don’t see any more bits of wood coming out and the water is running clean, so I think the bleeding has gone down.”
    She gently ran her hands down the leg, to double-check. “I’ll give him some long-acting penicillin and I think that’s all I need to do.”
    Nicholas stayed where he was and shot her a quick glance. As soon as their eyes met, she felt a lightness in her chest, as if someone had pulled her breath away. Stop. Stop.
    She caught her breath again, wishing her heart would settle down. How would she last until Gordon Moen, the new vet, came if a few glances from Nicholas could create such a strong reaction?
    Cara closed the kit, latched it shut and drew a long, steadying breath, thankful she was just about done. “Do you have any more questions?”
    Nicholas held her gaze and she saw a question in his eyes. It seemed as if he was going to say something, but then he drew back and shook his head. “If I do, I guess I can call the clinic.”
    She nodded, then turned away, surprised at a little flare of disappointment.
    When she got to her car she was dismayed to see that Mr. Chapman had followed her.
    “So you’re all done?” he asked, staring at her from beneath his cowboy hat.
    “The wound is clear and it looks like it should heal up just fine. I’ll come by next week to double-check if I have time.” Cara kept her