A kind of peace and a content feeling Chuck Robertson never had as a human now took his mind and soul. As Mrs. Ranskin looked on from the pasture's main gate she could see a mind now free from a troubled past. Indeed had she known of Chuck's marriage and the split up of him and the wife two years before she would have understood his attitude.
Feeling all was better than before Chuck's arrival she walked to her Jeep and started after Ely.
Down the long drive she sped as a happy stallion, mouth full of grass, lifted his head as if to waive good bye. Out onto the main road and off to find her Ely Mrs. Ranskin flew. Crying as she drove the hope of being again in the arms of her lover drew up passion from down in her soul. An hour passed till she entered the town of Cooper.
A screech from the tires as her Jeep stopped at the Emergency entrance. Jumping out the vehicle she ran inside to the admitting desk
and a hope in finding her Ely.
"Hello, I'm Mrs. Ranskin, do you have a person named Ely Kazan, no I mean Charles Robertson here?"
"Yes Mrs. Ranskin he was moved to room 113 and is in stable condition. We have called his wife but she seemed not to care much about whether he lived or died! You are a relative?" asked the admitting person.
"NO, I'm the person who own's the farm where he collapsed, please may I see him?" begged Mrs. Ranskin.
In a minute it was Oked and she was shown the way to room 113. Slowly she opened the door and walked toward bed 2. There looking out the window and sitting to one side the bed was the body of Chuck Robertson.
"Ely?" called Mrs. Ranskin.
The face turned round and offered a cold stare to his visitor.
"Do you know me Ely?" she asked.
"Yes, my love I do! I was nineteen and full of life when I came to work a your pony farm. Your desire for love had me placed as a stallion to do the bidding of that husband! I served well and learned to accept the form which I then wore. Now in some strange way the life of calm and serenity was taken from me and now I'm old, fat and in a body to which all is vague! If you find a way to make me the stallion I was then do it and do it soon, I HATE being like this!" he said as the man began to sob into his palms.
"Oh please dear love as soon as you are released please call me and I shall bring you back to your home." beconed Mrs. Ranskin.
The man continued to cry till a nurse came in a pushed the visitor into the hall. "Please, he need's calm! The stroke was serious and his memory has been changed. He does not know his real name and the doctor thinks he's mixed up with one of the inspections he was sent to check out. Please now leave and come back when we give you a call. Maybe in a week or two he might come around, till then please stay away!" said the nurse in a angry and short manner.
The drive home was a quiet one and her spirits were low until she drove down her driveway beside the pasture fence. A look out into her pasture offered the view of a circled herd all watching a Dun colored stallion with a hard at work.