Flint Lock (Witches Of Karma #10) - Plot & Excerpts
I knew that I shouldn’t be on the road, driving, when I was exhausted like this, but I was just a couple miles away from home, where my bed and/or a pot of coffee would be waiting for me. Beside me, Jazz, my over-excited border collie, whined. She, too, was sure that I shouldn’t be driving. Unlike me, she wasn’t tired at all. Of the two of us, she was the most intelligent. If only she’d had the stature required to drive the truck. I’d been out all night, trying to treat a pregnant mare who had a bad attack of colic at one of the big racehorse farms about forty miles north of my veterinary practice. The trainer knew me, so I’d been dragged out of my bed to take care of the emergency. After all, I had a great track record. Even better than that of my patient. A record that was no accident. I had a kind of magic touch that helped with situations like this. I wasn’t a healer, precisely—actually far from it, but I did have a knack for helping a body begin to heal itself.
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