The guilt over Lady’s twin pregnancy was eating him alive. How could he call himself a responsible horse breeder if something like this could happen right under his nose? The phone call with Doc Springer had got ugly. By the end of their conversation, Georgia had come into Gray’s office to see what all the commotion was about. It wasn’t often that Gray raised his voice. Arguing at the top of his lungs was completely unheard of for Gray, but he’d let his temper get the better of him. A white Ford F-350 Super Duty pickup turned into the long drive. Gray hoped like hell Dr Moore was as good as his recommendation. The truck slowed as it neared the house, but Gray motioned towards the stable where Ram waited impatiently. Ram was another issue. Gray couldn’t help but feel he’d let his new manager down. Although Ram had told Gray he didn’t blame him for Lady’s condition, they both knew it wouldn’t have happened if Gray had been more involved in the daily running of the ranch.
