“The next day as she was examining the ewes, she excitedly called me out of the barn. “That old ram has done it again!” she said as she stood in the center of the huge flock of sheep. “I do believe that every ewe is pregnant.” She stood tall and tipped her bonnet against the sun so she could see the full depth of the flock. “Oh, how I will miss them,” she said with misty eyes. Turning toward me she pointed at the ewes. “Just look at their little faces.” Her eyes reflected the same golden glow th...at Patrick had when he talked about the heifers. “I’m so sorry they will all be killed,” she said as I watched the sadness on her face. “Mother Burgess,” I exclaimed. “I have an idea. Will you come to Colorado with us?” Without thinking, she said, “No, definitely not! I have never been west of the town gates, and I hear you have wild gunslingers that run all of your towns.” I couldn’t stifle my laughter. “Gunslingers! Mother, our sheriff in Fort Collins is the nicest law-abiding man you could ever meet.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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