The Haciendero
He quickly removed his polo shirt and put on the gown.
"How’s Marishka, the others?" he asked.
"She's just at the back, feeding. The little one seems to have a problem. We've prepared the equipment," Huracio answered, so he nodded and entered.
He saw the sluggish young horse and immediately started inspecting what was wrong. He felt nervous again. It looked like a neonatal problem. He’d been here yesterday, and everything seemed fine, but now the situation seemed worse.
"You’re with the señorita, señorito," Huracio said with a grin as he administered the medicine to the horse after examining it.