The Wilder Sisters

Chapter One

I used to love my children," Rose Wilder Flynn said as she held the mare's bound tail aside so the vet, his gloved and greased arm sunk up to the shoulder inside the horse, could palpate the horns of the uterus for signs of pregnancy. "Sesame Street Band-Aids, scout meetings, classroom cupcakes with the little colored jimmies. Once upon a time, Austin, I did the whole nine yards for them."

Austin Donavan, DVM, rotated his arm inside Miss Winky, Rose's five-year-old quarter horse. "I believe you. It's easy enough to love them when they're small."

I should have had a passel of kids instead of stopping at two. Yes, with three or more offspring, my odds would definitely improve.

"How's that?"

"Because at any given time one of them is bound to need a loan, a ride somewhere, or a babysitter."

Austin smiled. "I supp ... read full excerpt from Wilder Sisters, The ebook