I was floating in a mad haze. My feet didn’t touch the ground as I ran wildly this way and that way, stumbling in the tall yellow grass. The missing calf had caused me to tap into the kind of primal survival instinct that kicked in when the choices were to perish or to live. To sink or swim. Kill or be killed.
I was absolutely determined to find the calf, no matter what.
“Anna!” Chris was yelling at me to calm down, but to no avail. Something in me had snapped.
The calf, the calf. Find the calf. Find the people who did this to the calf and his mother.
These kinds of obsessive thoughts had rooted themselves deeply into my mind, and I possessed just enough awareness of them to be fearful of where they would lead me. Whatever internal guidance mechanism had kept me on the straight and nar
