Chapter 9
Score keeping is for sports, not a marriage.
Christmas morning in Wyoming was beautiful. The snow had stopped sometime during the night and at least 16 inches were on the ground. It was very light and dry powder... the kind skiers love. The wind had blown it into drifts that were now leaning against all the buildings.
Julia and Cliff were up early to prepare the milk mixture for Nick. The air was very cold and the stiff breeze made it even colder for their walk to the barn. Nick was waiting for them as they entered his warm stall. He walked directly to Cliff, who was carrying the bottle, and nose bumped his hand demanding to nurse.
"He caught on fast," Cliff said.
"Yeah, it only took two feedings. Of course, it's been eight hours since we last fed him. The boy is hungry."
"What will happen to him?"
"We'll wait until a cow has a stillborn calf and then try to get her to adopt Nick. It sometimes works. If we can't find a new mom for him, we'll keep feeding him and try to wean him to solid food and water as soon as we can. He'll then be turned out with the herd and sold with the rest of the steers this fall."
"He'll end up on the dinner plate in a restaurant, like all the others, I suppose."
"Yeah. That's the plan." Julia scratched Nick's neck as he nursed the bottle and flicked his tail, obviously content. After the bottle was empty, Cliff changed out the hay and collected the small manure piles in a wheelbarrow. Julia checked Nick's scrotum to be sure there was no sign of infection or bleeding. It looked fine.
The overhead heater was doing a good job at moderating the temperature in the stall. Its purpose was to keep the temperature about the same as it would be in the shed with all the cattle bunched together, or about 45 degrees Fahrenheit. With the loose hay to lie in, Nick would be very comfortable and protected from the bitter cold.
When they entered the mudroom to remove their boots and heavy coats, the welcoming aroma of brewing coffee hit their nostrils. "Merry Christmas, mom."
"Merry Christmas you two. How's the calf?"
"We named him Nick and he's doing great. He didn't take long to down that bottle."
"Your dad is dressing and Clark is on the way over to help him bury the cow."
Julia explained, "We have a Deere 410K backhoe loader that we use for jobs like this. The ground will be frozen at the top but the backhoe should be able to break through. Mom, did dad plug in the engine block heater last night?"
"I don't think so, sweetheart."
"Cliff, get your boots and coat back on and come with me." In five minutes, they walked together to the equipment shed and found the extension cord to connect the engine block.
"Why do we need to heat the motor?"
"The diesel fuel gets really thick and gels with the cold weather. Water vapors in the fuel tank will freeze and may block the fuel filters and the fuel in the engine won't properly ignite."
"I had no idea. There's a lot to learn," Cliff moaned.
"You'll learn," she replied with a broad smile.
They returned to the house. Breakfast was well under way and Julia pitched in to help. Her dad walked in and wished everyone a Merry Christmas. "I'm surprised you two are up, Julia."
"Dad, we've already fed the calf, mucked his stall, put down fresh hay and plugged in the loader's engine block."
"It's only 6:30, baby doll. You never used to be up this early."
"It's all Cliff's fault."
"Cliff, you should have come here years ago," Bob replied. Everyone but Julia laughed. "Is the calf doing well?"
Julia smiled and replied, "Great. He went straight to the bottle and his cut is fine. He's a cute boy."
"His dam was one of our older cows. I was checking the records last night and she's had 12 calves. I think the stress on her system was just too much this time and she probably ruptured something. Older cows have that problem sometimes. I was surprised she delivered him all the way. He's a good sized calf to be several weeks early."
"Mom said that Clark is coming over to help bury her. Maybe Cliff would like to go with you to see how it's done."
What Julia didn't mention to anyone is that Clark was one of her first lovers. He was only 20 when he came to work for her dad and Julia seduced him in the hayloft one day. He was very nervous, banging the daughter of his boss, but Julia's obvious charms overcame that fear in only a few minutes. His cock was the first one she had tried to suck but she really didn't know what she was doing and it didn't result in anything memorable. He was now married with a year-old son.
After breakfast, Cliff and Bob bundled up and walked out to the equipment shed to start the backhoe. Clark arrived in his large 4-wheel drive pickup while Bob was checking the oil and fuel levels.
Bob introduced them, "Cliff, this is Clark." They shook hands. "Clark is our foreman. Cliff and Julia are dating."
"Great to meet you, Cliff. She's a great girl."
"She sure is. Nice to meet you."
Bob asked, "How are the roads this morning?"
"Rough. The county road has been plowed but the drive into here is mean. Glad it's only powder."
"Clark, take one of the snowmobiles and let's go out to shed five. Cliff, ride along with him."
Bob climbed into the cab and fired up the engine. It started up immediately and he backed it out to check the hydraulics by running the buckets up and down a few times. He then started the long, slow drive out to the shed that was about three miles away.
Cliff and Clark checked over the snowmobile and fired it up. Clark asked Cliff if he wanted to drive.
"I've only ridden on one, never driven it."