More importantly, she wanted to understand everything about the animal she had purchased.
Its behavior.
Its history.
Its health.
And the strange feeling she couldn't shake that she had seen its unusual horn shape somewhere before.
That evening, the veterinarian arrived.
She was a practical woman in her forties who had treated livestock throughout Bee County for nearly fifteen years.
She examined the bull from a safe working area with the assistance of appropriate cattle-handling equipment.
Her expression grew serious.
"This is a substantial infestation."
Claire nodded.
"I know."
"We need to identify the ticks and make sure we follow the relevant animal-health requirements. Some tick species are especially concerning in this part of the country."
"I understand."
The veterinarian continued her examination, assessing the animal's condition, checking for signs of anemia or additional illness, and collecting appropriate samples for further evaluation.
She was careful about what she could conclude immediately.
The bull was weak.
Its skin was irritated.
Its condition suggested prolonged neglect.
But its response to handling showed that it retained awareness and strength.
The veterinarian looked toward Claire.
"Why did you buy him?"
Claire studied the animal.
"Because I thought he deserved another chance."
The veterinarian nodded.
"That's admirable, but it isn't enough by itself."
"I know."
"You're going to need careful monitoring, veterinary treatment, proper nutrition, and patience. We also need to protect your other cattle from possible exposure."
Claire nodded again.
"I've kept him completely separate."
"Good."
The veterinarian reviewed immediate supportive measures, biosecurity precautions, and the planned parasite-control treatment. She also explained that regulatory notification or movement restrictions might be necessary depending on the tick identification and test results.
Claire listened carefully.
She asked questions.
She wrote everything down.
Then she asked the one question that had been haunting her since the auction.
"Do you think he'll live?"
The veterinarian looked toward the bull.
"I think he has a chance."
Claire exhaled.
"How good a chance?"
"I won't promise you a number I can't justify."
The veterinarian closed her equipment case.
"But you bought an animal with serious problems. If you're going to do this, you need to be prepared for setbacks."
Claire nodded.
She already knew that.
But hearing it aloud made the responsibility feel heavier.
The veterinarian returned the next morning to review the bull's condition and initiate the appropriate care plan.
The days that followed were exhausting.
Claire checked the bull repeatedly.