Twenty or so cows were wandering in the neighbors new wheat and in the corn stalks across the road. When it registered in her mind that these were some of the cows she was on her way to feed, in the pasture. The closed gate was open.

“Do you want me to close that gate?” She’d asked him several hours earlier.

“No-leave it. They won’t travel this far north and I have to go back down to the windmill anyway.”

The grand chase commenced.