Half an hour later and fully dressed, Calix stripped the bedsheets and tossed them in the washer while Mitch pulled on clothes for the day. He had a spare set, which was good in these cases. As much as he wanted to climb back in for another round, reality intervened in the form of work—for both of them.
“I need to get to the eastern pasture and check on the elk herd, make sure they’re all healthy and came through the flooding okay.”
Mitch eyed him. “How do you suppose you’re going to get close to a wild herd of elk? Hold out a handful of corn and call here elkie, elkie?”
Calix grinned, thoroughly enjoying Mitch’s sense of humor. “What? You don’t think it’ll work?” One of his favorite things about Mitch was his wittiness. He could be strong. He could be a little uncertain. But, most of a
