Cooper glanced up at his farm manager. Jim Symons was short and built like a bull. Cooper noted the angry expression on his face and attempted to hide a smile. Jim’s build wasn’t the only thing that resembled a bull. He looked ready to charge forth into battle at any moment. “Well then, it’s good we’ve got horses, isn’t it?” The words were delivered with a straight face and Cooper could tell that his apparent lack of concern irked his farm manager to no end. The pained expression on Jim’s face almost had him laughing out loud. Cooper trusted and respected Jim, both as the farm manager and as his friend, but sometimes the man needed to learn to relax. “Have you attempted spraying them with the hosepipe?” “Not yet.” Jim’s expression suddenly turned hopeful. “Are you giving me permission this time?” “Certainly not.” Cooper laughed and stood up from his desk, stretching his arms slowly before stepping round the desk and walking past Jim and out of his office.
