Shepard
The fence wires had been cut. I'd been suspecting this for a while- there was no way the constant need for repairs on the same section of fence was coincidental- but who would be cutting them, and why?
The sun was getting high in the sky and sweat was pouring off of me, despite having stripped out of my shirt several hours before. I wiped the sweat off my brow, and patched the latest hole in the fence quickly, not looking forward to the conversation Daisy and I were going to have about whatever was happening out here. There were very few reasons anyone would be cutting the fences, and none of them were good.
My stomach rumbled, reminding me that I'd only managed to have a couple of cups of coffee for breakfast. Between the fresh mark on Daisy's shoulder that she tried to act non
