Week 12 Theme

Week 12 Theme

They were riding their 4wheeler up in his field again, asked not to but they didn’t care. It’s not like they can hurt anything thing but themselves, the field is only used as a place for his cows to graze.

She’s not really enjoying herself, the place stinks, and there appears to be cow crap everywhere but he is truly handsome. He’s two years older, tall, built rugged, fabulous tan and the most gorgeous green eyes she’d ever seen and he asked her to go riding with him. She would ride through fields and fields of cow crap if it meant spending time with him.

It was getting late, only a wee bit of day light left and the Rolands were not back to their farm yet, he was guessing they had about another hour before he would have to call it a day. He was truly hoping to impress her and then maybe lay her out on a few bales of hay before heading home.

She was leaning into his back holding his waist, tightening her grip when they hit; the atv came to a dead stop and the two of them flipped end over end.

He jumped up to help her and once they both realized they were not hurt they burst into laughter at the site of each other – both covered head to toe in mud (likely to be a mixture of cow crap and mud by the smell of things). Caught up in the humor of the moment they completely forgot why they had been flipped off the vehicle, until they heard a soft cry.

Looking back they saw a frail looking cow and an injured new little baby calf, both still alive but for how long they could not be sure; both critters looked quite hurt.

She started to cry right away, “We’ve got to get them into the barn and help until Mr. Roland shows up!”

“No fucking way! If they die by our doing and we are caught we are gonna get skinned alive!”

She pleaded and pleaded with him. With a quick glance he snatched up the calf and headed for the barn. She breathed a sign of relief and chased after him to help. As they neared the building he turned a bit and lifted a wooden panel from the ground.

“What are you doing?”

Without a reply, he dropped the calf down into the well.

She screamed wildly but her screams could not drown out those from the calf; she tried to reach it but she could not even see how far down he was – she could only hear it screeching.

The momma cow was still out in the field struggling to rise to help her baby. He was running back out to it and she left the well side to try to save the mumma before he got to her. He got to her first but did not go near her, instead turned his 4wheeler up right, jumped on and started it. She thought he was leaving her in the field and was glad, Mr. Roland would be along very soon and they could still save them she hoped.

He revved up the engine, kicked it into gear and drove off, she thanked the stars – she had a chance. He spun back and charged right for the momma; she jumped between them to try to stop him but he rushed on – she had no choice but to leap out of the way or be killed too. He rammed the cow, drove over her and continued to do so repeatedly until all movement from the critter stopped.

She jumped back into his path and tried to stop him but he struck her with his hand and knocked her to the ground. She could not pull herself together quick enough to stop him.

Tying a rope to the cow he dragged her with his atv to the well and knocked her down into it, rejoining her with her calf.

Headlights peeked at the top of the driveway, he spun off for home; leaving his date in the field and the baby calf still screaming.