Oliver

As it stood, I could barely see my own hand in front of my face, let alone Lucas. I had the easier job, too, following Lucas’ trail to the barn where the pregnant cow would soon calf.

Ethan and Mila are going to take care of it. They’re good at this sort of thing. It sure was inconvenient of that cow to pull this right in the middle of the Blizzard of the Century, though.

I inched forward carefully, using my hand to shield my face from the ...