Chapter 113: Calf Season
Hunter pressed his palm against the flank of the red and white heifer. The calf inside squirmed fitfully, and the cow gave a low moan.
"Not much longer, girl." He patted her affectionately. "By tonight, I imagine."
He slipped out the gate of the calving pen and closed it behind himself. Rolly had moved the cow into the barn before he'd gone home for dinner.
"Reckon there'll be a new little'un by morning," he'd told Hunter. "I'll be back directly to check on her."
Hearing the crunch of a vehicle coming up the gravel drive, Hunter's thoughts immediately moved to other things.
Poppy.
The sinking sun painted the sky in a riot of pastels as he headed out of the barn. Poppy was just stepping out of the car.
With images from the previous night playing in
