Perched high atop the corral fence, Dulcie soaked in the warmth of its direct rays and gazed about with idle interest. Suzie, the Guernsey cow, ambled across the pasture, her large udder no longer swollen with milk. Her passing went unnoticed by the trio of draft horses busy grazing on the rich pasture grass, now and then swishing their tails at bothersome flies. Only Joe, the junior member of the draft team, lingered in the corral, nosing around the feed trough for the odd morsel of grain the others might have missed. Over by the barn, the momma cat sat in the sunshine washing her face while a spotted black-and-white kitten played with a straw just inside the open barn. Sighing, Dulcie wished the yellow kitten would venture outside. She wished it almost as fervently as she wished that Angie would come out of the camper. She was awake; Dulcie was positive of that. She’d heard water running and sounds of someone moving about earlier. She had wanted to knock on the camper door, but Tobe had said she shouldn’t bother Angie.
