Snow Gift
IT WAS SUPPOSED TO be a time of peace.
No conflicts beyond fighting with the weather for crops and rebuilding our society.
Better than that, there were outside forces adding to that mix. Spirits and demons and stuff.
I didn't know all that when I was checking the cows that winter day. Just my dogs and me. Seeing how the fences were, making sure the calves were on the right side of them. Not that there was much conflict or worry from those cattle. Even coyotes left them alone. Nothing like a mean momma cow. They were never far from their young calves. And wolves were only up north. Hunters made them scarce in this state.
So when I saw the calico calf in the snow, it was surprising. The cows were black and white, no red or brown in them. Not in several generations, anyway. Not
