Free The Horse Whisperer by Nicholas Evans Page B

know who to come to when I need a nose job,' said Logan. Dorothy laughed.
    'You wait till you see it. He's going to have the profile of a prizefighter.'
    Logan had been worried there might be some fracture high on the right foreleg or shoulder, but there wasn't. The whole area was just terribly bruised from the impact and there was severe damage to the network of nerves that served the leg.
    'How's the chest?' said Logan.
    'It's fine. You did a great job there. How many stitches?'
    'Oh, about two hundred.' He felt himself blushing like a schoolboy. 'Shall we go see him?'
    Pilgrim was out in one of the recovery stalls and they could hear him long before they got there. He was calling out and his voice was cracked from all the noise he'd been making since the last lot of sedatives had worn off. The walls of the stall were thickly padded but even so they seemed to shake under the constant thumping of his hooves. Some students were in the next stall and the pony they were looking at was clearly bothered by Pilgrim's din.
    'Come to see the Minotaur?' one of them asked.
    'Yeah,' said Logan. 'Hope you guys already fed him.'
    Dorothy slid the bolt to open the top part of the door. As soon as she did so, the noise inside stopped. She opened the door just enough for them to look in. Pilgrim was backed into the far corner with his head low and his ears pinned right back, looking at them like something from a horror comic. Almost every part of him seemed to be wrapped in bloody bandage. He snorted at them then raised his muzzle and bared his teeth.
    'And it's good to see you too,' said Logan.
    'You ever see a horse this freaked before?' Dorothy asked. He shook his head.
    'Me neither.'
    They stood there for a while, looking at him. What on earth were they going to do with him, he wondered. The Maclean woman had called him yesterday for the first time and had been real nice. Probably a little ashamed, he thought, about the message she'd sent through Mrs Dyer. Logan wasn't bitter, in fact he was sorry for the woman after what had happened to her daughter. But when she saw the horse she'd probably want to sue him for letting the wretched thing live.
    'We should give him another shot of sedative,' said Dorothy. 'Trouble is there aren't too many volunteers to do it. It's kind of hit and run.'
    'Yes. Though he can't stay on the stuff forever. He's already had enough to sink a battleship. Let's see if I can get a look at his chest.'
    Dorothy gave an ominous shrug. 'You've made a will, I hope?'
    She started opening the lower part of the door. Pilgrim saw him coming and shifted uneasily, pawing the floor, snorting. And as soon as Logan stepped into the stall, the horse moved and swung his hindquarters around. Logan stepped to the side wall and tried to position himself so that he could move into the animal's shoulder, but Pilgrim was having none of it. He surged forward and sideways and lashed out with his hind legs. Logan leapt for safety, stumbled, then beat a rapid, undignified retreat. Dorothy quickly shut the door after him. The students were grinning. Logan gave a little whistle and brushed his coat down. 'Save a guy's life and what do you get?'

    It rained for eight days without taking a breath. No dank December drizzle this, but rain with attitude. The rogue progeny of some sweet-named Caribbean hurricane had come north, liked it and stayed. Rivers in the Midwest burst their banks and the TV news was awash with images of people crouched on rooftops and the bloated bodies of cattle twirling like abandoned airbeds in swimming-pool fields. In Missouri a family of five drowned in their car while waiting in line at McDonald's and the President flew in and declared it a disaster, as some on the rooftops had already guessed.
    Ignorant of all this, her battered cells silently regrouping, Grace Maclean lay in the privacy of her coma. After a week, they had removed the air tube down her throat and inserted one instead through a little hole cut neatly