Abby
“Abby!!!” I heard my father’s nervous calls. I then heard him banging on our door, Casey was up and, dressed in shorts before I could even think. I pulled the blankets up to my chest to cover up when he opened the door for my father. “What’s wrong?” Casey asked. “The coyotes killed four of our cattle.” I heard my father say. Casey ran over to his wardrobe, grabbed a shirt and, pulled it over his head. “What are you doing?” I asked him looking at the clock. It wasn’t even 5 yet. “The coyotes can still be on the farm, we can catch them before they run off.” I agreed with Casey and, I also got dressed and, met my father downstairs.
My father handed me a rifle, the look on Casey’s face was priceless. “What? You don’t think I can handle a rifle? I’m a cowgirl, boy.” I told him with my be
