âWhy, you people shoulda seen what happened to me on the set of
Texas Territory.
â He shared his story with the three crewmen who helped him to his feet and escorted him to another Jeep.
When Marty Fisher reached the crash site, he rushed straight over to Wes, who still stood beside the fallen horse. Marty shook his head with disgust. âFor crying out loud, Taylor.â
âWould youâve rather I waited for a vet? Anyone could see Joey wasnât gonna make it.â
âSo you had to cut his throat with a jackknife?â
âWhat else was there?â
The scowl on Martyâs face deepened to a dark frown. âYou know Iâm going to have to report this. The council might want to bring charges.â Wes nodded.
The humane manâs anger was understandable, Alec thought. After all, his job was to look out for the horsesâ welfare. Yet he must have seen what Wes meant. Waiting for a vet to put Joey down could have taken hours. Someone needed to act. Wes took the responsibility and did what had to be done.
Mike came limping by in a daze. He looked badly shaken, even if he hadnât broken anything. No one could jump from a horse at that speed without getting bruised. Patrick tried to get Mike into a Jeep so he could be driven back to the ranch.
âI almost had âem,â Mike said. âJust another second and â¦â
Patrick put his arm around Mikeâs shoulders. âDonât feel too bad, Mike. You tried. And Iâm sure Kramer appreciates what you did.â
Mike shrugged off the consoling arm and staggered away. âKramer!â he said. âMan, I was thinking about the team, not that dude.â
Wes chased after Mike. âIf you wonât go to the hospital,â he said, âat least go back to your trailer and lie down. Thatâs an order, Mike.â The wrangler did as he was told and climbed into the back of the camera car.
Frank gave the word to cancel work for the rest of the day and headed back to the ranch.
Marty pulled out a notebook and began making notes for a report to the Humane Council. He talked with the wranglers and looked over the wagon and harness. After finishing the notes for his report, Marty also got back into his truck and left.
The wranglers, Alec and Wes stayed behind to take care of burying Joey. They dug a grave a short distance from where the poor Appaloosa had fallen. Wes, deeply shaken, kept looking at the shattered wagon, as if staring at it long enough would somehow reveal how this could have happened.
Alec turned the Black out with the other horses, who were looking for patches of dry grass among the tumbleweeds and yucca plants dotting the landscape. Clouds moved over the sun, shrouding the canyon. Gloom seemed to hang in the air even after the sun burned through the clouds again.
Alec watched Patrick and Julio tamp down the last few shovelfuls of earth over Joeyâs grave. Patrick jammed the shovel into the dirt. âJoey was a good old boy. Always worked hard, did what you told him. Doesnât seem right it should end like this for him.â
Julio shook his head. âI hear you.â
âI still canât figure how those lines busted like that. They werenât more than a month old.â
âOnly been used two or three times at the most.â
Alec also wondered about the broken lines, and he wondered what the other two were thinking. He turned to Patrick. âWhat happened to them, anyway? Did they just rip apart or what?â
Patrick shrugged. âWho knows? Cheap leather, maybe something else. Man, that was some crackup.â
Julio nodded in agreement. â
Aye, hombre.
I wonder how Mike is feeling after that fall. He went flying!â
âHe didnât seem to be hurt too bad.â
âLucky guy.â
They stood there in silence for a moment and looked down at the grave. Then Patrick touched the brim of his cap in a salute. âGood-bye,
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