Chapter Twelve
The car made its way slowly past the old white farm house. The dirt road wound down the hill into a grove of elm trees then crossed a brook and rose up along the side of a green grassy hill. Golden brown jersey cattle with large soft eyes calmly chewed the lush grass as they watched the car go by. When the car crested the hill, Ward peered intently at six or seven pale figures appearing to recline on a distant slope. Gina followed his gaze. Were they calves? Were the swollen protuberances cows’ teats? She couldn’t quite see.
A long white building with an arched roof and a cupola with a weathervane on top was directly ahead. The walls of the building had a row of high windows at the top and narrow stall doors at the bottom.
Ward drove to the open archway at the building’s
