Irish Fire by Jeanette Baker

Author:Jeanette Baker
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Fiction, Contemporary, General
ISBN: 9781451606027
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2000-07-31T21:00:00+00:00

16

Irish Gold was surprisingly docile when Brian led him into the trailer before dawn the following morning. It was one of the new and improved model trailers recently purchased by the Curragh Stud. Horses walked in from the side instead of backing in and stood at an angle with a window view of their surroundings. The new style better accommodated the yearlings and colts who could stand without the restricting lead rope tying down their heads.

The sky was a dismal leaden gray. Overnight the frost had silvered the grass so that every blade stood stiffly erect in its coat of armor. Brian was scraping the residue from his windows when Robert Fowler hurried out to say goodbye, clapping his arms, his breath smoke-white in the bitter cold air. You should have an easy drive to Ballinasloe. The weathers good.

Aye. Brian stripped off his gloves. Caitlin said you were goin to operate on her colt.

Fowler nodded. Its what she wants.

Brian scraped the last of the frost from his window. Theres no hope of racin him after the hobday operation, not in the flats anyway.

I wont be trying the hobday, but the results are the same. She knows that.

What of the expense?

I wouldnt think a Claiborne would be concerned with that.

Brian frowned. He was reluctant to betray Caitlins trust.

Youve heard the Claibornes are divorcin.

Fowler frowned. Are they now?

The colt is part of the disagreement, or he was, Brian amended, before this happened. I cant imagine Sam Claiborne fightin for a defective animal.

You wouldnt happen to be the reason for their divorce, would you, mate?

Brian was genuinely shocked. Whatever put that idea into your head?

Shes an attractive woman, Fowler observed.

Ive noticed.

It would be difficult for a man not to.

Are you interested for yourself, Rob?

Fowler held up his hands and backed several steps away. I never said that. Shes unusual, thats all I meant. And she took it quite well, about the colt. It had to be quite a blow.

Brian knelt to check a tire. She had a bit of warnin. It wasnt hard to figure out after he bled all over my hands.

His chances are good, Fowler said emphatically. Only one side is defective.

Brian stood and leaned back against the truck. Shes in a financial bind, Rob. This colt was to be her ticket. There wont be any Claiborne money comin this way.

It wont break me. The vet had come close to the trailer to stroke the colts velvety nose. Theres something odd about this one, Brian.

How?

Ive followed Narraganset ever since he was put out to stud. Hes never thrown a colt that looks like this one. His genes run truer than any stallion Ive seen, small muscles, large head, nothing Arabian about him. This one doesnt look like he has Narranganset bloodlines at all.

Later, after Brian had negotiated the maze of round-abouts leading out from Galway, after hed waited patiently for endless minutes while a road bowling game dispersed, and after hed waited for a flock of sheep to be herded off

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