Chapter 7
PeteSaturday morning dawned bright and sunny, but that was most mornings in South Texas. I was at Nanna’s to feed the cows and to have breakfast with her. I forked the last of the manure into the old steel wheelbarrow when the dinner bell rang out across the yard. I wiped the sweat from my brow and leaned the pitchfork against the wall. As I stepped out of the stall to close the door, a soft black nose blew into my hair. I ran my hands down her long face and rubbed between her eyes.
“Hey pretty girl, you have to stay in with Gaston.” Her large brown eyes stared into my soul. “I am going to bring a special someone to meet you later.” She nickered softly as if she understood and went back to eating her hay. I pushed the full wheelbarrow to the end of the barn aisle. A deep breath
