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per hour and the right side of her cranium was crushed. An x-ray would have looked like broken plasterboard .
    The old doctor persuaded him to come in to the house and they waited for the ambulance to come and take her body. He had known them both since they were children and had no small amount of grief and anger at this and they sat with a hopeless passivity at the thing which had happened .
    The old doctor was at his desk when he received the coroner’s report a few days after. It said in empty scientific language how the hoof had fractured the skull casing and killed the brain. It also said at the bottom of the page that routine testsrevealed that she was pregnant. The doctor fought with this information over and over .
    He did not know that she had felt this change inside herself, as if she had felt this collision of genes and was sure she knew, had there with the horse that afternoon looked back at the farm and felt this impossible love for it and for her husband and the great rightness of it. He doesn’t need to know it now, she had decided, not with lambing coming up. I don’t need to test yet. I know. I am sure of it. But I will wait. He will get protective when he knows. Afterwards is better. And she felt girlish with the warm secret of it .
    After the funeral in the little church above the farm the doctor carried this information, fighting hard not to just expel the poisonous knowledge of it. As a man of science he had long lived with a solid reverence to the facts. That they were unemotive objects that had to be navigated, as physical as debris in the road. To view them as this was the only way he could tell someone of cancer, of a blood clot near the brain, of infertility. Facts had to out. And so he went to Daniel with this information and with a need to get it from himself .
    The doctor was in the living room with the older people and went through and found Daniel in the kitchen where most of the others were gathered. That soft magnetism of kitchens. He looked at Daniel. He saw a solidity and stubbornness in the man that worried him. There was a look something like wildness, as if he was in some long suspended moment of angerwaiting to decide on what to bring it down. All this the old doctor saw with futility .
    He doesn’t need to know, he thought. He doesn’t need to carry this. What good would it do?
    The old doctor backed away from Daniel, and stood blankly and stared at his paper plate and squashed up the crumbs of sponge with his forefingers and swallowed them with the horrible fact back down .
    It’s better that he doesn’t know. Why would he need that knowledge?

chapter two

    T HERE HAD BEEN a shattering of rain on the roof of the dog shed but it had passed quickly. It was not yet light. Through the door and out through the run the big man could see inland the darkness beginning to thin and go powdery, but the darkness still had body, a closed-ness to it with the passing rain.
    The dogs messed around, tumbling over each other as he took the feed bowls. Only Messie stood still and aloof, giving just the odd snap at the other dogs if they played into her space.
    The big man looked at her with a kind of reverence, standing off the other dogs. This dominance came off her that was difficult to understand in a relatively small animal like that and he was very pleased of having bred the dog. Since they took them after his arrest he’d had to start from scratch.
    He poured the dog biscuits that were like colorful chips of wood into the silver feed bowls and the other dogs rushed in around him. And Messie just trotted to one ofthe bowls and the dogs there made way for her. It wasn’t an aggressive thing she did. It was just natural dominance.
    He poured a little of the boiled water into the mash and mixed it round and the steam roiled into the light of the single bare bulb that lit up the shed. Around the walls, too high for the dogs, he’d put up the last rats they’d