Whoever said laughter was the best medicine obviously didn’t have broken ribs. Watching Molly wrestle the calves down in an attempt to force-feed them was a riot. Any other time he’d have enjoyed watching a greenhorn get her first taste of dirt. But this was torture. Entertaining as all get-out, but torture nonetheless. She’d been knocked down, dragged around, bucked off and almost kicked—which had caused him to start to bolt to help her, an action that was almost impossible. Through it all, Molly hadn’t given up. He’d come to realize tenacity was Molly’s secret weapon. He admired her for it. Watching her now, as she eased off the back of the baby Brahman, empty bottle in her hand, her eyes were gleaming. Bob couldn’t take his eyes from her as she walked toward him, filthy, completely worn-out, smiling. Now that was a woman he could love. “So how do you feel?” Bob asked from his perch on the bar stool the following morning. He was tapping information into his laptop computer with his two index fingers.
What do You think about Dream A Little Dream (2007)?
