Chapter Six
“I was able to stop the internal bleeding.” Maggie Banks gathered her tools and began placing them back in her veterinarian’s bag. “He’s going to take a while to heal, which means he’s definitely going to be out of commission for the breeding season.”
Brenda pressed both her thumbs to her temples. The other four fingers she raised to the Heavens as though in prayer. For guidance? For patience? For a miracle? Probably all three.
As if her short handedness wasn’t enough. Now, her prized bull, which she’d sunk most of her liquid cash in, was useless. How was she going to make more babies to replace the cows she would have to separate from the herd and sell? And find the help to do it? Manuel was right. With the size of her herd, this was not a one-man job.
Letting out a moan,
