It seemed like enough time had passed there should have been some word from Dave. I was torn between wanting, needing to see for myself and wondering what was taking so long and the worry that accompanied those thoughts. Was he being thorough by checking each stall? Or was something wrong keeping him out there?
Those thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car barreling down the road. The racing engine brought immediate dread as thoughts of what could happen if a horse was out there on the street in the dark flooded my brain. Were my horses safe? And what about Dave? He could be out there on that dark street too with that car barreling down on him.
We do not live on the typical, quiet country road. It is a short cut for lots of local traffic and few drivers respect the speed limit even in the daytime but for some reason the speeding gets even worse at night. In addition there are no street lights and the road is not flat, the undulating terrain makes visibility difficult even in the daylight hours making excessive speed all the more dangerous. A driver can come upon something in the roadway and not see it until being right on top of it.
Between these characteristics and Highway 161 just 500 feet away I can't think of a much bigger jeopardy for a loose horse. I was relieved when the sound of speed diminished with no accompanying squeal of brakes or crashing sounds. Did the driver have second thoughts about speed or was something happening on that road? It was definitely another uncharacteristic sound in the night.
I sat there listening to the darkness for any sound that might explain why Dave wasn't back in the house. By now enough time had passed I knew something was wrong. Whatever it was Dave had not come to the house for help and that was unlike him. The only reason he would take so long without checking in was if the situation was too dangerous to leave.
To be continued......