"Why can't you just go get Ned?"

That's exactly what she'd asked Marrok. "He said for us to get the donkey first. Marrok will get Ned himself. You know it never does any good to argue with him. He'd only say we work for him and to do what he tells us."

"That doesn't often stop you," Fraser said dryly. "I wouldn't talk back to him, but you never have a problem."

She shrugged. "This time he's right. He hired me three years ago to help him with Danner, and that means doing things that aren't always in the rule book. Just have the trailer ready." She moved toward the fenced enclosure the donkey occupied. His name was Casper, she'd found out by asking around the small town. He'd been injured, and the own er had wanted to put him down, but Devon Brady had healed him, then taken him under her wing. Bridget approved the action, but she didn't look forward to dealing with a donkey. Even the most placid could be temperamental at times and their hooves and teeth could do serious damage.

And it was going to be hard to make Casper understand, blast it. Particularly when she didn't have the time to prepare him. That's what she'd tried to tell Marrok but all he'd said was that the donkey would be the most difficult and had to be taken first. He was right, but that-

A chill suddenly struck her. Her head lifted, and her gaze shifted to the east.

"What is it?" Fraser asked, his gaze on her face.

"I don't know." She was shivering. "I… don't like…" Her gaze moved around the peaceful paddocks. Not here. Not now. "Are you supposed to stay here after I leave?"

He nodded. "Marrok told me to keep an eye on the place and let him know if there's trouble."