Chapter 3; Jealousy

"Zella that s really embarrassing!" Nashua yelled across the yard. Zella heard him chuckle, then he was beside me getting out a syringe out of the first aid kit.
"How do you expect were going to get to his neck to insert that shot?" she asked.
"We'll corner him then stab him with the thing," Nashua drawled.
"Who gets to stab him?" She asked him.
"You will, while I hold him still," he told her opening the gate, slowly.
Suddenly Zella felt sick, Nashua never suggested her to do something that was real dangerous so why was he telling her to do that? Then Zella thought again, it would be more dangerous holding him still then to just stick a needle in him.
As they went in Nashua gave me the syringe behind his back. Zella hid it behind her s.
Nashua made a move for the mustang's rope; he still had around his neck.
"Got him, do it now!" Nashua shouted at her.
Zella stabbed him.
The stallion jumped sideways and bucked five times before galloping around the corral. In a few minutes he slowed, then his head lowered, then he stopped, eyes glazed.
"This wont last long, so we better hurry," Nashua said getting the first aid kit, Go get a halter. We might as well put it on him now will he s tranquilized," he told her.
As she went into the tack room and got one, she heard someone clear their throat. She turned and saw Blake Pelton wink at her.
Recently they had started secretly dating. He was her boyfriend and Nashua's friend.
"Hey, beautiful," he said grinning.
"Hey Blake, what's up? Zella asked him as he kissed her.
"Just wanted to see you and Nashua," he said, still grinning.
"Zella Charli, hurry up with that halter!" Nashua yelled, breaking the moment.
"Coming," Zella yelled back.
"Boy, does he sound mad," Blake chuckled.
She hurried back to the corral, Blake behind me.
"Hey buddy," Blake said as they reached Nashua.
"Hey," Nashua said as he took the halter from her, he gave Zella a dirty look," C'mon," he told her opening the gate letting her go first.
When ever Nashua was mad or nervous about something he said as few words as possible to be understood. Zella bet he was angry right now. His movements were jerky; sentences short.
He took the ropes off the horse's neck and put the halter on, Here," he tossed her the ropes.
She caught them, and then put them on the fence post on her way out of the corral.
She heard the mustang get up and shake.
Nashua was behind her as I opened the gate; he held it open and nodded her through.
Blake slipped his arm around her when she was close enough to reach.
He kissed her again. Zella saw Nashua's eyes flash as Blake did.
"Gotta go," Blake left.
"What the heck was that?!" Nashua exploded.
"What s what?" Zella asked shocked Nashua made a noise between a growl and a snort.
"What did I do?" She cried out.
"You mean what did he do?" Nashua snarled.
Suddenly she remembered he didn t know they were dating.
"I m sorry we didn t tell you we were dating," Zella said annoyed with his responses.
"Dating?!" Nashua roared.
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" She snapped.
His glare hit her like physical pain. Why was he so mad about them dating? She knew he was furious when he got really quiet. He always frightened her with his horrible mean glares. That's the only trait he got from his dad was the same frightening glare, except Nashua never hurt any one, his dad did.
Zella backed away from him, Why are you so mad?!" She cried.
"That ain't hard to figure out," he sneered.
"See you tomorrow at school, Nashua," She dismissed the argument, and ran into the house leaving him to take care of the horse. She ran upstairs and slammed my door. Running over to her CD player she blared Rascal Flatts. It seemed to help her calm down a little. She screamed into her pillow. She hated Nashua being mad at her. Surprisingly she heard the stallion squeal over the blaring music. She got up and went to look out the window. She caught her breath...Nashua was standing directly in front of the stallion blowing into his nostrils.
Suddenly Banjo there ranch dog raced under the fence.
The stallion reared his front hoof cutting into Nashua's arm as he came up.
Nashua stepped backward in pain, holding his arm.
"Nashua!" She gasped running outside.
"Are you alright?" She asked him now beside him.
"Never better," he flinched as he shut the gate walking up to her.
"No your not. Let me see it," She insisted.
He let her examine it. He winced once when she touched a sore spot....it was so deep.
The fire in his eyes dissolved.
"I m sorry I was so mean---I never meant to be so cold," Nashua apologized blushing.
"That's okay," She dismissed it.
Zella met his gaze, his expression looked like she slammed a door in his face, but it dissolved when she said, We better get something on that before it gets infected," she cocked her head toward the house.
As they walked toward the house, a sideways glance told her Nashua wore a lopsided grin.
The old Nashua was back!
She smiled.