Re: Matt & Blake
"Of course, some of those that insist on a house-call have old war wounds that mysteriously drift from leg to shoulder and back," Don said cheerfully. Most of those were just lonely folk who didn't get off their farms during the growing season, and then not in the winter due to snow. He could, at least, sit and talk and pretend that the complaint was serious - and who knew? Perhaps it was and they weren't lying.
It was all part of life out West, goats and all. "At least they weren't sheep," Don said. "Though sheep might be easier to -" pawn off on some unsuspecting cowboy - "exchange for money the general store will actually take." Maybe he could get the general store to accept them as a barter - he hadn't checked, after all.
He snorted, leaning back a little to watch the dancing. "Wish I could say the same about my office. Between the cowboys and the tacked on request to see to a lame horse, so long as they were in town and I was a doctor...But no, I've got them at the livery." And paying for boarding them rankled a little, too. "Although..." he eyed Matt thoughtfully. "If they damage something and I retain you to deal with the charges..." He could indeed pawn the goats off on someone unsuspecting, though Matt would probably kill him.