Or at least that was how it seemed to Kate. As she watched out the window, fat raindrops pounded the ground, making muck out of the road. Splatters on the tiled roof sang out with each drop, ping, ping, ping, ping… Thank goodness for Jake’s chute or they would’ve been weeks further behind than they were already. Luckily, it hadn’t taken Jake long to repair the chute from General’s demolition and they’d branded all the calves Jake had rounded up. Those nearly grown calves now resided in the fenced-in pasture, grazing on sweet grass, fattening up for sale. As soon as the rain stopped, she and Jake would head back to the prime grazing in the foothills and find the rest of the stragglers. If the rain let up any time soon. The rain had come late this year and she didn’t begrudge the downpour. It would bring life to the grass, crops, her gardens and the trees, not to mention fill the well and their water-collection buckets. Perhaps with the change in weather, there would be a change in fortune for the ranch.
