The second week in July is National Farriers Week, a time to recognize the contribution of farriers to the equine industry. A farrier is a skilled technician that trims and balances horse and mule hooves and, if needed, shoe them as well.
In honor of this week, Jared letterpress printed an image from an electrotype (copy of a woodcut) from the Lewis Winter Collection. This depicts farriers having a difficult time shoeing a mule. There are a lot of farrier and blacksmith related cuts made by Lewis Winter in his collection. His father was a trained blacksmith in Detroit, Michigan before migrating to California during the Gold Rush.
Lewis Winter had a wood and photo engraving business at 627 J Street in Sacramento from 1888 to 1910. Much of the cuts were designed for advertising in local newspapers, magazines, and catalogs.
perhaps r works as a vet or with a wildlife protection agency etc and brings a horse to farrier!remus and he just falls for her bc he sees how much she cares about the horse and her gentle nature and it soothes him 😋
this has been stuck in my mind since my original post re: farrier!Remus so I finally took a stab at it! thanks for the prompt, I hope I did it justice! <3
Farrier!Remus Lupin x Veterinarian!reader who consults with Remus on a case [1.3k words]
CW: fem!reader, situation inspired by a horse who was lost for a few years and when found had severe overgrowth of his hooves (happy ending), don't look too closely at the plot if you're a Horse Girl (gn) thank you xx
Remus heaved in a sigh as he pulled down the long gravel driveway to his latest appointment.
He’d known there was a new vet in town, which came with a certain level of relief and a certain level of concern.
The rural coasts of Wales were no doubt hurting for Veterinarians (and service providers in general), but the communities were notoriously closed-knit and standoffish to ‘outsiders’ and were completely incapable of keeping newcomers around for any amount of time.
Every new vet that this village saw came from the city, and every new vet left after a measly year-or-two long stint max.
He couldn’t necessarily blame them; sometimes it took a local to manage the locals, but this left him with a certain level of distrust.
Too many times has Remus been called upon by the new city-sent vets just to be spoken down to or dismissed entirely because they believed that they knew better.
So, though he knew this vet would probably be much the same - some young, newly minted vet fresh out of school who had accepted the first available job they could find - he also knew that his area was in desperate need of a vet, and that he also had a job to do.
So he dutifully parked his truck and opened the cab to retrieve his tools when a frazzled looking tech approached him.
“You must be Mr. Lupin! I’m Hannah, I was the one who spoke to you on the phone.” She offered quickly.
“Just Remus s’fine. Was this a wild horse?” He asked, not interested in smalltalk as he followed her towards a large barn.
“No, not originally at least. The owners have been looking for him for two years and finally found him with a wild herd - managed to bring him back in.”
“Is he sound?”
“His hooves are in horrid condition - the doctor has done a preliminary check on the rest of him but would really like to get him some relief for his feet before she does anything more to him.”
“And who are they?” He asked as he passed a couple standing outside of the barn doors.
“The owners.” The tech - Hannah - offered quickly.
“Have they not seen their horse?” He asked, noticing that the tech hesitated before turning down the run where he could hear some activity.
“They have, but they were very anxious and excited to be reunited with him. The doctor felt that for an animal who has spent the last two years in a wild herd, it might be best to keep the area calm. I - erm, well, are you calm, Mr. Lup- erm, Remus?”
Remus let out a snort and nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m pretty calm.”
Hannah smiled in relief as she turned the corner which exposed a large brown and white paint horse secured in cross ties. Standing at his head where there should be a stuffy city vet in a crisp white lab coat barking orders at various techs and stablehands was simply a woman (a very beautiful woman, Remus had to admit, though didn’t feel it was entirely professional to recognise), wearing dirty activewear with her hair messily pulled back and a stethoscope thrown over her shoulders as she murmured quietly to the horse.
Remus almost felt bad for the horse when Hannah interrupted your conversation with it to introduce you to Remus.
You accepted Remus’ handshake quickly without the usual stuffy-city vet hesitation to check for clean fingernails (he worked with the likes of sodding barn animals for christ sake, give him a break) and a warm smile that actually met your eyes as you looked into Remus’ (and into his soul, he was sure).
“Thank you so much for coming, Remus. I’ve heard great things about you since I’ve arrived, I’m only sorry I haven’t had a chance to make your acquaintance until now.”
“I’ve been eager to meet you as well.” Liar, Remus scolded himself immediately; though, had he known the new vet had been the likes of you? Well, maybe he would have been more eager. “So, the poor lad’s got some major overgrowth?” He asked as he looked at the horses hooves instead of admiring your figure like he’d much prefer to be doing.
“I can’t tell if there’s lameness because of an injury or if it’s just his instability on these hooves of his so I figured a trim was our next best step, but what do you think? Is there something I’m overlooking?”
Remus managed to mask his surprise at your collaboration with a simple farrier (versus what would have usually been orders given in a bored tone before the vet fucked off further into the barn only to come out in the end to inspect his work) by doing a walkaround as he felt the horses legs.
The horse seemed somewhat tense at the attention he was receiving, but quickly calmed when you began massaging around his neck and murmuring to him in a low, dulcet tone.
Fuckin’ hell, Remus was jealous of a horse.
“No, I think you’re quite right. Let’s get him onto more balanced footing and then you can work your magic.” He offered after his inspection, earning him a beaming smile from you in the process.
“Are we shoeing him?”
You tilted your head as you looked over at the horse as if waiting for him to respond. “What do you think?” You asked Remus instead. “A horseshoe for luck?”
And though Remus knew that you knew the shoes would really just provide more strength and protection for the equines hooves, he was not one to deny himself a chance at luck, so he quickly agreed.
“Do you mind an audience, or would you prefer if I left?” You asked then as you backed away from the horse to allow Remus to set up.
He normally preferred solitude; he was in this business because he, admittedly, found the company of animals far more enjoyable than that of humans, but he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t quite ready to have you leave his company yet.
So you sat - on the dusty, straw strewn flooring - as you watched Remus work; polite conversation inching further and further away from business as the job progressed. What started out as him asking how long you’d been out of school, what made you want to study veterinary medicine, ended up with what brought you here of all places.
“Peace…solitude. I wanted a quieter pace of life and to live somewhere where I could know the people around me instead of just knowing that there were people around me; does that make sense?” You asked then, allowing your head to loll to the side as you considered him.
“I think so; don’t usually find people running here though…most are running away.”
“Looking for a quicker pace of life?”
“Something like that.” He agreed as he finished up one hoof and moved onto another.
“But not you?”
“Not me.” He agreed.
“Why’s that?”
Remus paused at that, chancing a look at you and finding that to be a horrid mistake because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to return to his work when you were smiling at him that sweetly.
“I wanted peace…solitude. A quiet pace of life where I could know the people around me, I suppose.”
Your smile grew subtly at his rephrasing of your previous words. “Fair enough.”
The trim seemed to do the trick; the horse no longer showing any lameness in his legs as Remus watched you lunge him around the dusty arena alongside the very happy owners.
“What do you think, Remus? Did he look good?” You called to him as you handed the lead to the owners.
“Looked perfect.” He responded simply.
The horse, you, the rural coast of Wales now that you were here.
He found himself suddenly very happy to have a new vet in town, and hoped to all hell that you outlasted the many vets that came before you.
