Chapter 5
Rock You Like a Hurricane
Cash
Walking through the doors of Aunt Lizzie’s bed this is my chance. I save her number, grateful she’s taking a leap.
Dirty? Dusty? Noisy? Just as cute as they could be.
Callie
Sounds tiring. And adorable.
Just showered off the dirt. We get to do it again tomorrow.
Callie
Then you better get to bed, Cowboy.
Out in the fields, before sunshine, we nearly freeze trying to get these calves and their mamas where they need to go.
They are further away from their destination than the crew we moved yesterday.
The cows are noisy this morning, voicing their displeasure of us dragging them from their rest before the sun breaks over the rocky terrain in the distance.
As the fireball crests the rocks, throwing bright rays across the snow-covered ground, I take out my phone and snap a picture.
Almost as beautiful as the blush of a girl getting caught moaning at her coffee.
Her reply is almost instantaneous.
Callie
It was really good coffee!
It was a really loud moan.
I laugh to myself, picturing the blush I know is creeping up her neck. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I get back to work. The cows won’t herd themselves.