After mucking out the stalls and feeding the horses, she started to feel a tingle of nerves from her left leg. Pulling out her pocket-sized screwdrivers and wire-tester, she sat on a bale of hay and with a sigh of frustration, pushed up her jeans and set to work on fixing the problem. She was getting quite good at fixing her leg, though mostly from shear determination. It was always a setback on ranch chores when she ran to the prosthetic mechanic to fix a leg she had lost to a bull when the cattle were being crossed. Granted, losing the leg to begin with was a setback, but thankfully prosthetics were coming a long way, complete with processors and chips to enhance performance. Her own model, the Ansona D750, was quite hardy for ranch work. She found the short that was causing the mild jolt of electricity, reconnected the wires, tested for continuity, and put the plate covers back in place. Now that that was done, she had a yearling who needed some lunge time.
(I am not a storyteller, but this gets the idea across that was running through my head
Pencil, Micron, Copic W1 and W3