Montana Sky Christmas: A Sweetwater Springs Short Story Collection - Plot & Excerpts
The ice shattered, and she poked at the remaining shards until she had a hole big enough to allow her gander, Prince, access to water. A few feet away, Prince pecked at the dirt churned up by the horses’ hooves. She doubted he’d find anything edible in the frozen ground. Kayleigh called him, and he lifted his long neck, peered at her, and waddled over. She picked him up, gave him a slight squeeze of affection—not too hard lest he buffet her with his powerful wings—then set him in the water. Across the yard, Ma opened the door of the house. “Kayleigh,” she called. “Coming, Ma!” Her mother ducked back inside. Kayleigh sighed, knowing Ma had a tedious heap of chores waiting. She’d rather help Pa in the barn. Animals were so much more interesting than drying dishes, making the beds, sweeping the floor, and helping Ma prepare food. “I’ll come back later, Prince,” she said to the gander, which ignored her by sticking his head in the water. She picked up the burlap bag, heavy with grain, and scattered a few handfuls on the ground.
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