Stepping out of the truck, I took a deep breath. I tried to remind myself that this was the same barn I’d been working in for months. The same pasture, same crumbling vet shed, same outrageously old John Deere moaning in stillness by the gate. Just because I was alone didn’t mean I didn’t know what I was doing. I could handle this. Irene had left for the hospital early in the morning. She called me at 4 a.m. and...
