Excerpt
You can imagine how shocked Edna was when she arrived at
the end of the long gravel road and turned into the ranch yard to
be met by a young, she would guess maybe three years old, red
and white Hereford bull. The bull, with a pitchfork swaying from
the hump of his muscular back, was barely standing. His hooked
horns hung low to the ground and swung side to side slightly as
he breathed shallow, slow breaths. Edna wasn’t quite sure what
had happened, but without a doubt, something was wrong. Carefully
driving around the bull that stood dazed in the middle of the
gravel ranch yard, Edna pulled off to the side and turned off the
engine. Her adrenalin was running high, but even in this condition,
Edna was enough of a farm girl to recognize a badly torn and
twisted board fence. From there, she saw the trail of damage that
led to the smashed remains of the barn door swinging wide open
in the hot wind. Gathering up the courage to carefully and quietly
leave the confines of her truck, Edna cautiously made her way
over to the barn. From the corner of her eye, she checked to
ensure that the bull was not only totally uninterested in her but
also barely capable of moving. Once Edna realized that the bull
was so close to his death and not a danger to her, she rushed
through the remnants of the door and into the barn. It was there
in the dark shadows of the old dusty building that Edna discovered
the battered and limp body of poor old Edward. It didn’t take
a big city coroner to determine the cause of death.
Everything else happened pretty fast. Edna went back to the
truck and called Clarence on her cell phone, all the time wondering
why she hadn’t done this in the first place. The police
showed up and took command of the situation. In under an
hour, the ranch yard was full of officials and vehicles from the
police, ambulance, and coroner, and there was no shortage of
interested neighbors who started to show up as the word spread
through the hills.
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