Gabriel
The Spring Hill Ranch Rehabilitation Center was a working farm. They had chickens and goats and pigs and cows and horses. According to Jeanie everyone starts out shovelling s.hit until they prove themselves trustworthy and capable of more complicated tasks.
I scoffed at her. “I handle multimillion dollar real estate transactions, I think I can handle a few farm animals.”
She passed me the pitchfork with a seriously unimpressed expression in her icy blue eyes. “These farm animals are living, breathing, feeling creatures. They depend on us for everything.” She pulled her hat down over her black curls. “Right now I wouldn’t trust you with a goldfish.”
She took hold of the handles of the wheelbarrow and parked it in front of the first stall. “This is Sassy. She lives up to her nam
