The neighbor had four horses and not nearly enough sense to keep them up. We had always helped when they needed it and this morning she needed it. She had hoped for colic, but the vet pronounced it a twisted gut. Surgery was risky and very expensive. The horse needed to be put down.
I had worked with a landowner in the next valley and planned on trapping on his place in another month when the furs were prime. When she asked for my help euthanizing and disposing of the horse, I knew right where I wanted to put it. A quarter-mile off the road and tucked between a set of dunes, I put the
