"She's gotta hell of a temper this mornin'," he comments, in the affirmative as he leads the way down the aisle and begins to distribute the feed. "Down at the end, there."

Grain first, hay second. It'll take several trips but they'll get it all done soon enough.

"Suppose that's makin' up for you commentin' on her sweet disposition," he drawls. "She goes back and forth, though. Sunny one day..."

Doc shrugs.

"I ain't one to complain, though, she's carryin' a little one she can be as ornery as she pleases."