Chapter 18The next day, Sandy came over to view my new property and animals. The sign, about eight feet wide and three feet high had been carved, burned to make the lettering stand out, and stained to protect it so water wouldn’t damage it. It hung right over the ramada roof.
“Very impressive, Joan. This looks like a wonderful sanctuary. Are you making money with it?” She pointed to the donations signs.
“Not really. I wasn’t really trying to, but I think the people are a little more respectful if they think they have to pay. We get about fifteen to twenty dollars a week from it, but seeing the little kids’ faces is more than worth it.”
“Are the buffs up here all the time or do they like it all the way out back?”
“Well, the cows and steers like to stay out back, but Beau and Ruuf get a
