The Country Vet

Cass nodded, smiling broadly.

“Thanks, that would be great.”

* * *

THE BAD CALVING took longer than Cass had anticipated. Halfway through she almost called in for help, but thankfully the calf suddenly decided to greet the world. It slid from its mother, and Cass immediately began cleaning the mucus from the newborn’s tiny nose, willing it to breathe as she rubbed its chest with a clump of straw. Elation flowed through her veins as the calf let out a low cry. There was something so special about bringing a new life into the world.

“Well done, lass,” Ben Naylor remarked with begrudging surprise. “Frankly, when I saw you walk in, I considered telling you to get out. Slip of a thing like you! Todd told me there was no one else, though.”

“You rang Todd?”

“Didn’t think you were up to the job, to be honest.”

She sat back on her heels, struggling to contain a surge of irritation. The middle-aged farmer stared back at her, his face open, and Cass couldn’t help smiling.

“Now do you think I’m up to the job?”

He looked at the newborn calf, already struggling onto its tiny feet.

“Now,” he said. “I’m going to get the missus to make us a nice cup of tea. Might be a slab of cake, as well, if you’re lucky.”

As Cass followed Ben Naylor across the yard to the gray stone farmhouse, she felt a warm sense of satisfaction. Today she’d proven herself to at least one member of the farming community. It was a start. And tonight she was taking her belongings over to Sky Cottage, her very own place. It felt like a turning point—a fresh start and a whole new life. She breathed in the country scents that filled the air around her—grass and flowers and always that underlying, heavy odor of cow muck. The smell that greeted her senses as she stepped through the kitchen door, however, made her mouth water.

“Come in, lass,” urged Ben, ushering her ahead of him into the kitchen. “And meet my wife, Cathy.”

Ben’s wife was definitely not what Cass had expected. Small and dark and smartly dressed, Cathy moved quickly across the immaculate kitchen, shaking Cass’s hand with a surprisingly firm grip.

“It’s a nice change to have a female vet around here,” she announced, smiling.

“When I was at vet school,” Cass responded, “there were more than twice as many female students as males, so I guess you’ll be seeing a lot more women vets in the future.”

“Sign of the times,” Ben grumbled. “Women are taking over the world.”

“And about time, too,” Cathy said brightly. “Especially around here. We’re fifty years behind in these Lakeland hills. It’s about time we joined the rest of the country. And Cass here did a good job, didn’t she?”

“Well, that’s true,” Ben agreed. “It was a rough calving, too.”

“So,” Cathy asked, placing a pot of tea on the pine-topped table and motioning for Cass to sit down. “What made you decide to be a vet in the first place?”

Cass settled into a chair. “That’s easy. I can pinpoint the exact day...well, almost. My parents had—have—a store in a busy village, and as a kid I spent a lot of time on my own, so they bought me a dog.”

Cass hesitated, wondering why she was telling Cathy Naylor all this. Noting the interest in the woman’s warm brown eyes, she went on.

“He was killed on the road when I was twelve years old, and when I realized I could have saved him if I’d known what to do, I decided to become a vet.”

“What...just like that?”

Cass shrugged. “Pretty much, I guess.”

Cathy set a plate heaped with homemade cakes onto the table and began pouring tea into three china mugs. “It seems to me that you must be a very determined and single-minded young woman.”

Ben Naylor grinned, reaching for a muffin. “Bit like you, love,” he said.

“Did you get another dog?” Cathy asked, ignoring him.

Cass shook her head.

“Well, now that you’re settled into your new job, perhaps it’s time you did. You’re in the perfect situation, after all, and it’ll keep you company. You can take it out with you on your visits, and—” a smile lit up her pleasant features “—at least you won’t have any vet bills.”

“There is that, I suppose.” Cass laughed.

“Jake Munro has some puppies for sale,” Ben said. “I saw them a couple of days ago when I called in at Sky View. Bonnie little black-and-tans, they are. Well-bred, too, if you ever fancy taking up shepherding.”

“Thanks, but I wasn’t really thinking of getting a sheepdog,” Cass replied.

“You’d be surprised,” insisted Ben. “Welsh Collies make good pets, as you know. They’re trainable and loyal. You could do a lot worse. Jake’s not the easiest man to deal with, of course, but it might be worth going to have a look at them.”

Cass nodded thoughtfully. “I’ve already come across Mr. Munro, so I know exactly what you mean. I’m about to rent a cottage from his dad, actually.”

Ben stood up, retrieving his cap. “Speak to Bill. He’ll sort you out. Now I’d better go and get some work done. Oh...” He shifted from foot to foot. “Thanks for today.”

“Glad to help.” Cass smiled. “Perhaps you can spread the news around the farming community that I’m not totally useless.”

“He’ll certainly be doing that,” Cathy declared.

Cass thought about going to see Jake Munro’s puppies as she drove along the narrow lane. She dismissed the idea, concentrating hard on the road ahead. She’d hardly been in the area for two minutes—better get herself settled first. And if she was going to get a dog, then perhaps it shouldn’t come from the one person around here she hadn’t hit it off with.

Way down below, she could see a line of slow-moving vehicles around the edge of the lake. The water shimmered, smooth as glass, then disappeared behind a wall of trees as she dropped down the hill. Everywhere she went here seemed to be either up or down. A vague longing for the open spaces of home brought a rush of nostalgia. It was months since she’d been back to the bustling village of St. Thomas to see her parents. She made a mental note to phone her mum.

Maybe this place would eventually come to feel like home. A warm glow settled over her as she remembered Ben Myers’s appreciative handshake. At least now the farming community might begin to gain confidence in her ability to do her job.

* * *

AT SKY VIEW STABLES, Jake was heading for the house, his whole body aching with fatigue born of far more than just physical effort. As the kitchen door swung shut behind him, Bess, his loyal black-and-tan Welsh Collie, looked up at him adoringly. She was nursing her squirming brood of pups in a dog bed by the stove. The smallest puppy wriggled to the side of the bed, and she nudged it carefully back in beside her before looking back at Jake with shining eyes.

“You’re a good mother, Bess,” he told her, bending to scratch her ears. She squirmed in delight and he gave a wry smile. Straightening, he crossed the kitchen to flick on the kettle switch. The radio came on at the same time. Before he could turn it down, a deep male voice announced the next track.

And here’s the number one song, ‘Love me True,’ from Tamara’s long-awaited album of the same name.”

Jake stood there, frozen, as Tara’s throaty tones flooded into the room. It was as if the radio announcer had read his thoughts. A memory of her beautiful face filled his mind, bringing back memories.... Trouble was, all he’d seen back then was her beauty. He turned off the radio, welcoming silence, and for the millionth time, he wondered if things would have been different if Tara hadn’t entered that singing competition.

His mother always tried to see the best in people, even finding a way to excuse Tara for walking out on him and the children. “She was going to leave eventually,” Gwen had told him in the dark days after Tara had left them. “She’s always been like a caged bird, and all you’ve really done is set her free. At least we still have Lucy and Robbie. That’s the main thing.’

Another sharp pain tore into him as he remembered his ex-wife at the funeral, tall and elegant and oh-so-beautiful, holding Robbie’s hand. He hadn’t realized then that she was going to take the little boy away with her right after the funeral. During the reception at the house, she had packed a few of Robbie’s toys and clothes while everyone else was downstairs, then she’d walked right out the front door with their son. She’d called Jake half an hour later, before he’d realized they were gone. She told him he wasn’t fit to look after Robbie, compounding his guilt. Crushed by the weight of his loss, he hadn’t been in a position to argue with her.

The house had felt so empty then. Anger had eaten at Jake’s soul. He had been awarded custody of the twins after the divorce, but now Tara was threatening to get that decision overthrown. With the clever lawyers she had access to, anything was possible.

Eventually he closed the shutters, forcing his mind away from all the memories, shutting them out. He had totally messed up with his marriage, his kids and his whole life. Perhaps he deserved to suffer. Now he had no one, and that was how he wanted it. Loving someone laid you open to pain, as far as he could see. He was safer on his own, and perhaps Robbie was safer with his mother.