The Clinician
The horse was wrapped in the wire, some of the barbs had cut into its hide, the blood had trickled down the side of its neck and legs. It must have been fighting for a while because the blood and sweat had mostly dried and it was breathing heavy. It was lying on its side and had gotten its legs tangled into the fence, unable to rise. It rolled its head back and peered up at him with a wide eye, groaning as it did. He could see it was a mare, he dismounted his saddle horse and dropped the reins to the ground in front of him, knowing he would not move. "Easy girl," He whispered softly. He took his wire cutters and approached her slowly, she struggled again and tried to get up to her side.