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Hell, it's been a day.
Seems like all the cattle (alright, three) just felt like calving at near the same time--whether in solidarity or for some other reason Jack's got no clue, but between four-in-the-morning fights with creatures three times his size and a hell of a lot stronger, feeding the newborns and making sure they get checked out all proper with the vet from town, and listening to the low bellows of the mothers worried that their young might try to get too far too soon makes for some days he won't be all that depressed to see pass.
At least it ain't the season for sheep (not that Shadow's got 'em, anyhow). Goddamn but he hates sheep.
It's times like these he really enjoys an evening cigarette, fence railings cold against his jeans and the biting smoke drawing hot into his mouth and lungs.
'S a pretty night, anyhow. A real nice orange-colored sky.
Seems like all the cattle (alright, three) just felt like calving at near the same time--whether in solidarity or for some other reason Jack's got no clue, but between four-in-the-morning fights with creatures three times his size and a hell of a lot stronger, feeding the newborns and making sure they get checked out all proper with the vet from town, and listening to the low bellows of the mothers worried that their young might try to get too far too soon makes for some days he won't be all that depressed to see pass.
At least it ain't the season for sheep (not that Shadow's got 'em, anyhow). Goddamn but he hates sheep.
It's times like these he really enjoys an evening cigarette, fence railings cold against his jeans and the biting smoke drawing hot into his mouth and lungs.
'S a pretty night, anyhow. A real nice orange-colored sky.