“I liked farm life. It agreed with me. The old man was a sheep herder. Sold the wool. Flock of a couple hundred. On two occasions I saw him leave in the middle of the night only to return in the morning with a wolf draped over his shoulder. More times than I could count, I saw him leave the safety of the flock to go find the one dumb sheep that got itself lost. And when he found it, he’d feed it, care for its wounds, and return it to the flock—teaching me more about life in three months than any human before or since.
