Chapter One
THE DAY started to go a little crazy when Keith Duffy and his
young daughter brought that poor crushed doe to the Inn-Patient,
as I call my small animal hospital in Bear Bluff, Colorado,
about fifty minutes northwest of Boulder along the
"Peak-to-Peak" highway.
Sheryl Crow was singing ever so raucously on the tape deck.
I flipped saucy Sheryl off when I saw Duffy walk inside carrying
that poor doe, standing like a dolt in front of Abstraction, White
Rose II, my current favorite Georgia O'Keeffe poster.
I could see the badly injured doe was pregnant. She was
wild-eyed and thrashing when Duffy hefted her onto the table.
Half-thrashing, in truth, because I suspected her spine was broken
at midpoint, where she'd been clipped by the Chevy 4x4
that Duffy drives.
The little girl was sobbing and her father looked miserable.
I thought he was going to break down, too.
"Money's no object," he said.
And money was no object because I knew nothing was going
to save the doe. The fawn, however, was a maybe. If the
mother was close to term. If ... read full excerpt from: When the Wind Blows ebook
