Stranahan trailed him as he walked with the veterinarian the length of the stables. Watt said, “Phew,” doffing his railroader’s cap and wiping it over his brow, shook hands with the older man, whose crow’s feet made a pattern like a river delta at each temple, and then, after the vet had driven away, offered Stranahan a smile and a wink. “Anytime you have to go mouth to nose, it makes the ticker skip a beat,” he said, patting his pocket for a cigarette. He lit the cigarette, his cupped hand shaking as he held the match, and dragged deeply. “What happens now?” “When the colt stands up, Etta will guide him to the teat. Me, I’m going to hit the hay. I’ve been in that stall all day and half of last night, ever since Trudy’s nipples waxed up.” He flicked the ash of his cigarette. “I heard about that mountain man fella. Wouldn’t want to be in his position, no sir.” He drew on the cigarette and the smoke snaked out of his mouth with a hissing sound.
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