He crossed into my home pasture from the thin trees on the hill line on the heels of the dawn, and my two dogs, Inger and Crosh, started to barking soon as they saw him. There I was with my hand on the door to the pen and the sheep ready to move to the day’s pasturage, and now comes a stranger to contend with. Well, I figured, the day’s work can’t be kept because of something different, unless it’s a surprise that keeps the work from being done. I didn’t see any wolves or fire, nor any poachers chasing the man, so I whistled up the dogs and opened the gate, and the boys got the sheep moving off into the western pasture I leased from the mayor of Dunlop, and I followed along slow so as to cross the old man’s path. While I walked, I watched him and I kept a firm hand on my staff. I kept some surprises there.Old he looked, my age. I’d’ve pegged him at sixty-five, seventy years. Shortish hair, looked like he’d cut it himself with a knife by a stream for the past few months.
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