“Thanks for doing the job though, son. That could have turned nasty. You sure have a way with animals. How come you never went for foreman at your father's place? You could have been running the place by now, instead of that pain-in-the-ass Denton.”
Calvin smiled. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Lou Jackson and Denton Ward were lifetime enemies, rather than friends since childhood. “I'm just lazy, I guess. I got my fill of getting up at the c***k of dawn when I was a teenager. Seemed to me it was smarter to get myself a fancy college degree and sleep until six in the morning.” He paused. “Six-thirty even, some days.”
“Right,” Lou agreed. “Because being a large-animal veterinarian in the Big Horn Mountains is such an easy job.”
“Easier than ranching. Anyway, Dad and Craig
