‘Look at the geldings up on the hill,’ said Heather. ‘I can see Black Star, Winthrop, Galileo, Bobby, and Tsunami.’ The packer ‘boys’ quickly headed for a trail, starting their descent down the hill to greet the car’s occupants.
‘Running on the hills keeps them in great shape for packing. If you don’t mind, let’s wait until they get down, so I can say hello,’ said Jim.
‘I didn’t think for a minute that you were going to let me drive right by without stopping.’
She stopped the car just as the llamas ran through the final gate and raced across the field toward them. Heather put her arm around Jim and nuzzled his ear.
‘I love everything and everyone on this place.’
Jim could only smile and say, ‘Me too, sweetie,’ as he pulled her close.
As they leaned on the rail fence, the friendliest
