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68 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
heading back along the fence line you were riding yesterday,
if that’s okay with you. I brought my own horse
down from the Cold Creek and thought I’d see how far
I could get around the perimeter of the ranch.”
“That’s as good a place to start as any, I suppose.” She
gave him a determined look. “I’m coming with you.”
She saw arguments brimming in his blue eyes, but
after a moment he sighed. “I suppose there’s no way
you’ll let me talk you out of that idea so you can rest.”
“You could try. But you wouldn’t win.”
He studied her a moment longer, those blue eyes
probing. “And I guess you’re going to climb up my grill
if I ask how your prosthesis feels today.”
“It doesn’t have feelings. It’s a fake leg, Doc. That’s
kind of the point.”
“Ha-ha. Seriously, how’s the leg?”
He seemed genuinely concerned so she dropped the
attitude for a moment and gave him the truth. “A little
better. I made sure to put it up last night, just as the
doctor ordered.”
“Good. You can do more harm than good if you push
yourself too hard.Adjusting to a prosthesis can be a complicated
process. You can make it worse if your stump
becomes too irritated to wear the thing for the long
stretches of time needed to become accustomed to it.”
“Yeah, that’s what they tell me.”
She wasn’t in the mood to take medical advice from
a man in a tractor T-shirt, so she quickly changed the
subject. “I’ll go get my horse while you finish things
here. Oh, and I don’t know how you did things on the
Cold Creek but we’ve learned pitchforks work better if