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“Those are mine, too,” Brenda said. “They should be fine until we get more snow, and then you will need to start bringing hay out here. Also, their old barn needs some work, and I want you to fix it up.” As we finished for the day, I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from my pickup, and wrote a list of everything Brenda wanted me to do. There were barns to repair, hay to haul when needed, and lots of fences to fix. Those things, along with the feeding, would be enough to continually keep me busy. For the next few weeks everything went well. Brenda joined me on the weekend and often found more things she wanted to have done. She brought me lots of old tin, nails, and other things to use in repairing the sheds. One weekend she showed up with rolls of old, used net wire. I spent most of that day trying to straighten it enough that it would be usable. Most of the time when I climbed into Dader’s pen to clean out his small barn, he ignored me. But on the fourth weekend, as I started this task, he stood at the other end of his pen snorting and rearing. I kept an eye on him, but he didn’t come any closer. I wondered if Jackie or Patches had come into heat and was making him anxious. The next two weeks he did the same thing, but always kept his distance. On the seventh weekend, Brenda was gone, so I was working alone. As usual, I climbed into Dader’s pen to clean, and, this time, he didn’t seem anxious at all. He stood at the other end, chewing on a little bit of hay I had given him. I started cleaning. I turned my back on him for only 7
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