“So, like I say, it’s all a lot of bother and a burden on you … and I can’t ask you to give me that amount of work, or pay.” The words rush out of me and I want to sink through the floor. “There’s work needed to be done here from sun up ’til long after sundown. The way I see it, if you’re here and one of the herd gets into trouble over the next eight weeks, we’ve got a hope of saving them. I won’t have to deal with it by putting a bullet between their eyes like every other year when the snow comes, and the closest vet can’t make it up here because the roads are shut.”
