Too Late
“She was standing on her three good legs in the ambulance. Her eyes were bright. She didn’t look to me as if she needed to be killed. The rubber floor of the ambulance she stood on was clean except for some clods of dirt that had fallen from her hooves, but there was no blood that I could see. My hopes rose. But then Ben, the trainer, came. He saw his horse and stepped away. He hung back, standing by my husband’s truck. There were tears in his eyes.”
