Worry ground over Mac’s nerves.
The kid wasn’t moving.
He nudged the horse into a gallop and reined him in just short of the spot where he lay.
“Josh! Can you hear me, buddy?”
Mac bailed off of Oliver and dropped the reins.
Going to his knees, he put his hand on the kid’s shoulder.
Josh moaned, rolled to the left and tried to sit up, but Mac held him down with gentle pressure. “No way, stay put.”
Mac gritted his teeth, staring at the dazed expression on the young man’s dirt-smudged face, but it was the deformity in his right forearm and the protruding bone, that told him Josh shouldn’t be moved. He was going to need a trip to the hospital ASAP.
“I gotta catch the horse.” Josh tried to sit up again.
Mac pressed his palm into his chest. “Relax, Emma is taking care of it. She’ll catch him. You broke your arm. Stay still.”
Josh glanced down at his right forearm and went pale.
“What happened?” Mac asked, praying he could get the kid’s attention before he passed out cold.
“I couldn’t see when I hit the midpoint on the backstretch.”
“The mist?”
“A flash of red light hit me in the eyes—”
“A laser?”
“Could have been. But it must have targeted Navigator too, because he went wide and slapped the rail. I couldn’t hang on. I hope he’s okay.”
Mac looked up and saw Emma and Navigator materialize out of the mist and into the sunlight.
“Is Josh all right?” she hollered the instant she was within earshot.
He waited until she stopped ten feet out, holding Navigator by the reins and trying to calm him down.
“Broken arm. He needs an ambulance, and we need the sheriff. This was no accident. They were targeted with a laser. Blinded. Probably from somewhere in the woods.”
Mac swept the grove of dense foliage with his gaze and considered looking for the perpetrator or perpetrators, but the shroud of fog would make it almost impossible to find them. And he had no intention of leaving Emma, Josh or Navigator alone right now.
Emma couldn’t prevent her hand from shaking when she pulled her cell phone out of her coat pocket and dialed 911. This was a turn she hadn’t anticipated. Whoever was behind the threats against her horse apparently wasn’t afraid to hurt his human handlers, as well.
She’d need Mac Titus now more than ever.
“WE FOUND THIS last night after someone attempted to get into Navigator’s stall. It could have the man’s fingerprints on it.” Mac handed the glove encased syringe to Sheriff Riley Wilkes.
“This happened last night?”
“Yeah, just after I arrived around 10:00 p.m. I heard Miss Clareborn scream, booked it to the stable and caught the man trying to run. I tackled him, but he got away. My guess is he wanted to administer whatever’s in that hypodermic to her horse.”
Mac watched the ambulance carrying Josh pull away and considered his revelation about McCluskie’s Derby prospect. “Josh mentioned one of Rambling Farm’s horses had some trouble last night, too. Maybe the incidents are related.”
“I’ll get this to the lab and speak with Chester about it. There’s been some trouble at other farms in the area over the last couple of weeks. The horsemen are concerned.”
Caution pulled Mac’s nerves tight. “Any other horses targeted with lasers on the practice track?”
“Not specifically. But I can tell you two of the reported incidents have been at farms where Victor Dago stabled horses. I’m glad to hear you’ve been hired as a bodyguard by Miss Clareborn to look after her horse. Keep your eyes open and contact me immediately if anything else happens.”
Mac took the business card Sheriff Wilkes dug out of his shirt pocket. “I will, and we’d like to know the results of the toxicology on the syringe’s contents as soon as possible.”
“I’ll put a rush on it.” The sheriff turned to one of his deputies.
Mac scanned the paddock and focused in on Emma, leaning against the fence watching Navigator cool down on the hot-walker. He walked over and took a spot next to her.
“Sheriff Wilkes is going to find out what’s in the syringe.”
“Who would want to hurt him?”
Mac followed her gaze to the big bay colt moving around the circumference of the electric walker’s path. “I’d like to try and find out.” He watched the horse move, studying him for problems stemming from his contact with the rail.
“He looks good.”
“Yeah, not a scratch, but why can’t they just leave us alone? Making it in this business is hard enough without someone trying to sabotage you.”
He nudged her with his elbow. “I’m not going to let anything happen to him, Emma.”
Turning, she gazed up at him, her expression contemplative at best, skeptical at worse. “We’re so close to making the cut for the Derby prequalifiers. I need to win the Holiday Classic before I can nominate him in January so we get our shot at the Triple Crown. I need this, Mac. Firehill needs this.”
“How bad is it?”
She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. “Bad enough that I had to ignore the rumors circulating about Victor Dago and his crew and lease my stud barn to the man so I’d have the entry fee to get into the Clark Handicap.”
“Has he done anything to you?” Tension coiled inside his body, ready to spring on Dago if he’d hurt her in any way.
“Other than make a few inappropriate comments and giving me the creeps, not a thing. The sheikh sends a check religiously the first of every month. They respect my property and privacy. It’s nothing I can put my finger on and I should be satisfied when I put their money in the bank—”
“But something’s off?” he said.
“Exactly.”
The sunlight had incinerated the fog and it blazed down a streak of copper in a loose strand of her dark hair.
He resisted the urge to stroke it back into place behind her ear. “What kind of rumors are following Dago?”
Her gaze dropped to the ground and she turned back to the fence rail. “Prowlers. Lots of movement after dark. At the Loomis farm, my friend Janet came out of the house to call in her dog and saw a man dressed in black and wearing a ski mask come out of their stable and disappear into the woods. The next morning she found her dog tied to a fence with duct tape around his muzzle to keep him from barking.”
Caution worked through him. “Do they have a Derby prospect?”
“No. They’re an anomaly in the Bluegrass—they raise quarter horses, for crying out loud. After that incident they decided to give Dago notice, and he came to me. I needed the money desperately, so I let him in.”
He reached out and brushed his hand across her back, a gesture meant to reassure her, but it jolted him hard, and he broke contact. “I’ll keep my guard up. No one is going to hurt you or your horse.”
“Thanks.” She grinned and pulled the lead rope off the fence post next to her then went to take Navigator off the hot-walker.
Mac shoved his hand into his jacket pocket, coming in contact with the stopwatch. He pulled it out and glanced down at the time. His breath hung up