The horse readily accepted the new girl, Bella, as she stroked his face and lightly ran her hands over the ragged scars just below his withers.
The old woman knew Bella was a risky choice yet, reluctantly, gave her the amber glass container of salve.
"Promise me, Bella, you must rub this on his shoulders every 45 days without fail. Understand? If you don't, his wings will grow back."