Chapter Nine
“Hmmm.” There was surprise in that rumble that had a moment ago been doubtful. “It looks like you know what you're doing there."
Of course, Reece knew what he was doing. He'd grown up in Montana, not some concrete jungle. He’d milked his fair share of cows in his lifetime.
Reece was surprised he knew that about himself. General memories were easy. It was the specific ones that hemmed him up. Those memories were still shaky, coming in wisps. But his motor actions were fine.
They'd put the cow in a head catch. Reece knew he hadn't needed the assistance of such a contraption since he’d been a boy. Though he couldn't remember the first time he'd actually performed this specific task, he knew what he was doing.
Reece sat on a wooden stool. Using his booted toe, he slid the tin
