Devin sat on a handy log and Tall Guy sat on the ground beside him, which placed their heads at roughly the same height. The goats milled about nibbling at the flake of hay he had tossed down for them. Beth—at least he thought it was Beth—had, in her patient way, adopted Shprintze along with Chava. The orphaned kid was visibly thriving though she was less than a week old.
The afternoon was fading to evening but Tiffany wasn’t here. He’d forgotten it was Tuesday. One of her knitting days. At least he’d showered off the day’s work at the B&B before climbing the trail this time.
“A lot of fair ladies here,” he told Tall Guy.
The dog studied him silently.
“Wrong species for either of us, I know.” Then he felt bad because Tall Guy had no one of his own breed to be waiting for, whereas Tiffa
