It was a bad day at Black Rock that fateful Halloween.
It all began the week before, the call had seemed routine.
“I’ve got a mare needs checkin’, Doc, I b’lieve the sweetheart’s bred.”
“I’ll swing by there this afternoon,” Good Doctor Kelly said.
The mare was mincing round the stall as Kelly donned the sleeve.
“This should only take a second,” his assessment was naive.
“She’s just a little…