I use the truck
and dump the carcasses over a downwind cliff, wash my hands and go into the
house for breakfast.
waiting half the morning," my wife says.
killed the sheep, the whole flock." I toss Mac's brass bell on the
strong-faced woman with red hair, my wife is not often openly upset. She cocks
her head, closes her eyes, and asks for confirmation. "All of
I said. It was dogs."
I have no
month there would have been a lot of little lambs out there frolicking around.
Will you butcher?"
"Why not save