Mike?â
âIâll be all right.â
Ellie sat down on the edge of the bed. Picking up the ice pack, she poked at Mikeâs swollen ankle.
âOuch!â
âSure you donât want to see a doctor about that?â
âNope. I wouldnât even be in here if Wes hadnât ordered me to.â
âWell, nothingâs happening, anyway. Frank moved the crew to the studio for the rest of the day.â
âHowâd the other horses in the team make out?â
âThe vetâs coming over later to take a look. They seem okay. But we donât know about Dousette yet. Heâs still at the hospital.â
âWhat happened to Kramer?â
âOh, heâs fine and dandy. Just a few scrapes. Kramer must be the luckiest guy in all of Hollywood. I doubt that heâll be up for any barrel riding for a few days, though.â
As Ellie and Mike talked, Alec looked around the room. Mikeâs trailer was small, about the same size as Alecâs. Every square inch of wall space was papered with publicity stills and cutouts from movie and horse magazines. On a shelf by the window were a half-dozen gold- and silver-plated belt buckles, trophies won for bronc riding, roping and other rodeo events. A movie poster from the John Wayne Western
Stagecoach
hung on the back of the door.
Among the pictures Alec noticed a fading, dog-eared photo clipped from a newspaper. There was no caption beneath the photo, but it appeared to be Mike receiving a trophy at a rodeo. Alec recognized something familiar about the guy in the floppy hat presenting the trophy but couldnât quite place him.
The front door opened and Jim poked his nose inside. âHowdy, Mike. You feeling better?â
Mike gave him a sidelong glance. âHey, what is this, open house?â
âJust came to see if thereâs anything I could do.â
Mike muttered something under his breath. Ellie took the hint. It seemed that theyâd overstayed their welcome. âSorry, Mike. Weâll leave you be.â She shooed Jim away and closed the door behind them.
âHe seems all right,â Alec said.
Ellie nodded. âMikeâs funny sometimes. You never can tell what heâs really thinking. He always has to play the tough guy, the hero.â
Jim thumped his chest. âIâd of done what he did myself if I could have.â
Ellie smiled and nudged Alec. âSure you would, Jim.â
Jimâs face lit up with anger and pride. âYou doubt it? Iâm not that old, missy. Iâd put myself on the line for this place any day of the week.â
Ellieâs voice gentled. âWe know you would, Jim.â
Alec saw Wes sitting on a bench outside the doorway to the tack room. The old cowboy waved them over. He looked tired. New lines of worry marked his face. Heâd just finished speaking on the phone with someone at the hospital. Dousette was still unconscious.
Jim scratched his chin. âPoor Louie. Funny the way Kramerâs partners end up taking the fall when things get tough. Kramer always manages to scrape by, though.â
Wes nodded. âWeâre just lucky Kramerâs still in one piece after that wagon crackup. At least heâll be able to be around for that PSA. But without Dousette, I donât know how weâre going to pull it off.â
âHis part wasnât that tough, was it?â
âNo, but even so, I donât know who we can get to fill in for him on such short notice.â
Ellie shook her head. âAt this point, I wonder if itâll make any difference. After what happened to Joey, it just might be too late to smooth things out with the Humane Council.â
A black-and-white police cruiser turned off the road out front. Jim turned to watch it. âWhatâs OâBrien doing here?â Wes told him about finding the cut stitches in the wagon harness.
Jim didnât believe any of it. âWhat!â he
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