City Girl had been out all day—in my bed. After getting her into the truck this morning, soaked and freezing—borderline hypothermic, I raced back to Hallow Ranch. She was out of it, drifting in and out of consciousness. When I pulled up to the house, Beau and Lawson were on the porch. It was still pouring rain, but they came and got her out of the car. We rushed her upstairs into my bathroom.
