“Lord God,” Earle cried, “help me to find my ewe. She’s been lost in this blizzard since mornin’ an’ she’s pregnant.” Earle brushed a tear from his eye, leaned forward in the saddle, and gave his horse, Cooper, his full rein. “Find ‘er!” Cooper sensed Earle’s urgency and broke into a lope. He spotted the ewe only because Cooper dodged her, prancing with high steps. “Come ‘ere, lady!” Earle said, gliding out of the saddle. He brushed snow from the … Continue reading →