Barclay. But we have an emergency here at Casa Col- ina." The male voice on the phone had a gentle Irish brogue, but not gentle enough to soften the blow. Rebecca Barclay groaned as the words sank into her half- asleep brain. No... no more emergencies tonight, please! Rolling over in bed, she peered at the clock on her nightstand. Three o'clock in the morning."What seems to be the problem, Mr. O'Brien?" she asked, hoping it would be something simple. Normally, Rebecca would have been pleased to hear from Neil O'Brien, one of her favorite people. He was quite proficient at animal husbandry himself, and Rebecca knew he would never call her unless he truly needed her services. She just didn't want to be needed... at least not for the rest of the night."I've got myself a fine little nanny goat here who's tryin' to deliver her first kid," the Irishman replied. "But surely, somethin's amiss. She's been at it for hours, and she's made no headway at all."A birthing. A goat birthing. Rebecca groaned again.
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