He wasnt a soft man by any means, thanks to special-forces training in the military. If only hed had the sense to stay out of covert operations after he left the service, hed be in better shape now. Instead, hed let friends talk him into an occasional private rescue mission. The five years spent as a captive in that South American hellhole, had taken their toll. The few months thereafter, which hed spent trying to drown in whiskey, had also contributed to his current breathlessness. But hell, hed climbed out of the gutter and now worked out regularly again. Yet his arm muscles quivered and ached as he went down on one knee to add more leverage so he could hold the bird whose heart tripped faster than Colts own.
Hot damn, keep her there, son, Myron shouted. Ill get my bag and tranquilize her so I can take a good look at that injury.
Colt felt Summer Marshs hands close over his wrists in her effort to complete the circle around the bird. Her hands were softer than hed imagined a woman ranchers hands would be. Knowing that about her delivered an unexpected jolt to his stomach.
Turning his head aside, Colt gritted his teeth and concentrated instead on listening to the cadence of their combined harsh breathing. It beat hearing the Marsh woman croon low and melodically to the eagle, like a mother might do to soothe a hurt child.
True to his word, Holder returned in a flash. One pop with a slender needle and the bird went limp in Colts arms.
Wheezing, Holder gasped, Quinn, do you feel up to carrying our patient into an exam room?
I think so. Sure. Colt figured that, aside from helping the vet, this would give him a chance to form his own opinion of Summer Marsh. But hed barely skirted the trailers hub and heard her clang the ramp shut when she darted ahead of him and stopped Holder.
Myron, I hate to dump trouble on you and then take off before you can assess the damage. I was on my way to circuit court over in Burns when some stupid hunter trespassing on my ranch shot the eagle out of the sky. It was pure luck that she practically fell in my lap. If I dont scoot, though, Ill be late for the hearing. Oh, and look at me. This shirt was clean when I started.
Colt sneaked a peek around the bundle of feathers he held. Summer Marsh didnt look anything like the harridan hed conjured in his mind. For one thing, she was youngermore vibrant. Her medium-length russet hair curved from a center part toward a pointed chin. What Colt saw of her skin reminded him of a commercial that touted skin cream. Light gold, not the least bit leathery, the way you saw with people who spent long hours outdoors.
She wasnt very big, either. Colt doubted the crown of her head would reach his shoulder. And that included her footwear. Boots. All but the tips of her dusty, square-toed boots were hidden beneath a split riding skirt fanning from a narrow, belted waist. Her once-white, western-style collarless shirt was the only thing Colt could see that seemed the worse for wear. Blood streaked one sleeve below a small rip in the shoulder. Considering how hard the bird had fought, it could have been worse. Much worse.
All in all, the lady looked good. Too damned good.
Run along, Summer, Holder was saying. Ill take care of your eagle. You want to leave her overnight, or pick her up on your way home to stable with the rest of your menagerie?
Ill stop by and get her. If shes the eagle Ive seen hunting our north pasture, she has babies nesting in Kiger Gorge. I hope she has a partner. If not, Ill have to figure out how to bring the little ones down for feeding.
Like you need that chore heaped on top of Frank acting like an ass! Is he behind this hearing youre headed for?
I guess. Or his lawyers. She paused again to check her watch. When she glanced up this time, it was straight into Coltranes eyes. He realized her irises were gold, flecked here and there with bits of green. Hazel, he supposed was the proper term. Something in her eyes reminded Colt of the firestorm hed witnessed earlier in the eagle. And they invoked a sympathy he didnt want to feel.
Im sorry, she said, taking a step toward Colt. Weve never met. Im Summer Marsh.
Coltrane Quinn, he mumbled, slightly dazed by her suddenly blinding smile.
Well, Mr. Quinn. I dont know if youre just passing through Callanton, or if youve settled in. Either way, you have my profound thanks for your willingness to help a stranger. If I can ever return the favor, you can usually find me twenty miles due east of town, somewhere on the Forked Lightning Ranch.
Following a final wave at Holder, and after the old mans murmured Good luck today, Summer, she was gone. Just the way shed arrived, in a cloud of dust.
Colt shook off an odd sensation. Afraid hed drop the limp bird, he hurried into Holders clinic.
I realize you were first in order, Holder told him. If you dont mind, though, Id like to set this wing and place the eagle in a portable cage before she comes out from under that tranquilizer. Turn your gelding into the small corral out back of the clinic. Theres water and grazing enough to keep him happy until I finish.
Spirits okay in the trailer for now. As I was saying before all hell broke loose, Ive wrapped his foreleg with Flexus Plus and administered Cosequin since you checked him earlier in the week. He seems to be on the mend. Id just like another opinion before I let him bear my full weight.
A more professional opinion than that of a cowboy, you mean?
I dont know if Id describe myself as a cowboy, exactly. Colt smiled across the bird stretched out on the steel table Colt smiled across the bird stretched out on the steel table. Guess I never mentioned that I used to breed Morgan horses near Featherville, Idaho. Learned all I know about horse doctoring from Halsey Luttrell, best vet in the territory. He recommended you, by the way. Said you two met in college.
Myron Holder scratched his beard. Did the old son of a gun tell you I was number one in our veterinary medicine graduating class, and he was a distant second?
Colts grin spread. He neglected to pass on that detail.
Humph! So what brings you from that forsaken land to Gods country? I dont imagine youre scouting horseflesh. Not saying we dont have our share of good ones hereabouts, but mostly theres prime cattle in these parts.
The smile slipped from Colts face. I had a ranch sold out from under me. Since then, Ive been doing a little of this and a little of that. At the moment Im bunked at the Arrowroot Inn, and Im boarding Spirit at Tuckers Stable. Hey, as youre something of an authority on local ranches, fill me in on the place belonging to the woman who brought in the eagle.
The old man stared hard at Coltrane. Summers a damn fine woman whos been handed a raw deal by her snook of a husband. Ex he is now, thank goodness. But Franks still making mischief. Thats all Im gonna say about them. The one whos been most affected is their son, Rory. Hes just a little shaver. Too young to understand any of it.
A son? Colt said absently, watching Myron conduct a thorough examination of the birds shattered wing. None of his records indicated that Marsh had a kid. Nor had he heard a single word about it when hed nosed around town this past week.
Hold this clamp. The vet shoved a gleaming instrument into Colts hand. Ive gotta clean buckshot out of the wound. God damn every last city hunter who cant tell an eagle from a pheasant. I wish Summer had nailed their ignoramus hides so theyd be sitting out their vacation in our poky. This birds gonna need care for a long time while her wing mends. Oh, Summers got the facilities, but she doesnt need one more problem on her plate.