Lost MC (The Nighthawks MC Book 4) by Bella Knight

Author:Bella Knight [Knight, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Country Club Publishing
Published: 2017-07-06T16:00:00+00:00

Lunch was a truly massive-amount of tacos, and salad she and David created in the kitchen. Bella joined for only half an hour, then kissed Inola and left for the long drive to work.

Inola got the call right after lunch. “Got a horse abandonment situation,” said Doc Vially, a vet they were in contact with that worked the North Las Vegas horse farms. “Idiots got foreclosed on, left the horse. She’s a mare. Neighbors fed and watered her and called me.”

“On our way,” said Inola, taking down the address. She took the dually and the trailer, Jeffrey at her side. “We’re lucky,” said Inola. “Neighbors were kind and fed and watered the horse. Been there about six days. They did everything to try to contact the owners, but they split.”

“Idiots,” said Jeffrey. “They could have sold her, given her to the neighbors.”

“Neighbors can’t take her,” said Inola. “Too many animals as it is. And no money to add onto their barn. They already rent out half their barn to keep the barn running.”

“Okay,” said Jeffrey. “They’re still stupid. Or even call the animal rescue society on the way out of town.”

“She’ll be scared, and really sad,” she said. “Her people abandoned her. We must pour on the love.”

“We can do that,” said Jeffrey.

“Have you heard from your parents?” asked Inola.

Jeffrey hang his head. “They got divorced. Dad wants to stay on the res, and my mom wants to come here.”

“That sucks that they broke up,” said Inola. “Some people try, and they can’t stay married.”

“My dad drinks,” said Jeffrey. “My mom don’t. It makes him mad.”

“Every family has its alcoholic, for the most part,” said Inola. “Sucks that it’s your dad.”

“Mom wants to learn the horses, like me,” said Jeffrey. “Maybe learn the building trade, too. Another lady is taking her receptionist job, and she’s coming up with the other kids next week. Kind of a travel mom.” He laughed. “Gonna be a pain in the ass with some of them,” he said. “Some of them are real hard-headed.”

Inola laughed. “So am I.” She sighed, tried not to panic. “Next week,” she said. “Looks like I need to swing a hammer.”

They pulled in, as close to the paddock as possible. The vet was just packing up, a beanpole man with a shock of black hair and piercing green eyes.

“She’s clean as a whistle,” he said. “I’ll bill you for the checkup and the immunizations, twenty percent off ‘cos she’s a rescue.”

“Good,” said Inola, shaking his hand. “Thank you.” The mare had a gray head, a white spotted rear, and a lovely gray mane and tail. “Gorgeous horse,” said Inola. “Shame.”

“Name’s Jumper,” said the vet. “May be why they left her. Doubt she’s been trained properly. Tack’s still in the barn.”

“Thanks, Doc,” said Inola. He hopped in his truck and left.

She looked dejected, heartbroken, head near the ground. Jeffrey approached quietly, talking quietly.

“Hey, girl,” he said. “Don’t worry. We’ll take good care of you.”

“I’ll get the tack,” said Inola.

The room was dusty, the tack uncleaned.

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