Joshua’s description of the symptoms almost suggested that the horses had been poisoned. Then he heard Holly scrambling across the cobbles to catch up with him. “It could be nothing more than a severe case of colic. Surely your Mr. Peterson is increasing their water and walking them, perhaps administering a dose of mineral oil. . . .” Colin whirled, his fears translating to anger. “Colic that strikes an entire stable of horses? This is more than a common bellyache. At the very least it signifies tainted feed. A blight, or perhaps a parasite. If so, it won’t be cured by a walk and a bit of oil.” Frowning at his tone, Holly retreated a step. But neither her chin nor her direct gaze wavered. “I’m coming with you.” Her declaration sent relief through him, as if simply having her at his side would cure the horses and fix everything. He wanted her with him, wanted to reach his arms around her and anchor his world with her earnest faith and her forthright courage. But that was a false perception.
