Get a Glimpse of Deep Canyons

 Deep Canyons, Book 2 in my Under Carico's Moons series opens with this:

In the shade of the bulbous-trunked water-finder tree, Annalee “Lee” Vawn-Cory loaded the injector with a dose of immune booster for the injured tarbh calf. The mottled greenish-brown mother shook its head, displaying its helmet of horns with the wicked tips curling out behind its four yellow eyes. At five-two, Lee couldn't even see over its back. A man on horseback distracted the massive animal while another rider roped the calf by its hind legs and dragged it toward Lee, leaving the mama watching anxiously. The thought struck her that Carico was a long ways from the central planet city where she had grown up.

“Whatcha waitin' for, girl? Get in there.” Ike Allred stepped past her with the spray bottle of temp-skin to seal the calf's wound. He showed every one of his seventy-three years of hard living as he shambled across the corral, tall, stooped, and determined. Lee followed him, injector in hand. The rider moved his horse closer to the threatening mother to give them a few seconds to doctor the calf and get clear.

Lee pushed the injector against the soft hide under the calf's neck, avoiding the tougher scales that covered most of the pale yellow and aqua body. With her knee on the animal's neck, she waited for Ike to finish spraying a coating over the gash in the calf's rump. He stepped away and pulled the loop off the calf's back feet. She took her knee off its neck and stepped clear as it bounced up and ran.

“Look out!” someone yelled. The mama tarbh charged the rider. His horse jumped aside, stumbled, and nearly fell. The tarbh headed straight for Lee and Ike.