38The farmer moved to fire again, not a warning shot this time. He placed his finger on the trigger and focused on the animals that had invaded his crops. When the black face of the small sheep appeared in the sight, he huffed and lowered the rifle.
The horse had bolted when the farmer fired a shot above the creature's head. This was not the first time a wild horse had raided his land, nor would it be the last. The little sheep confounded him, though, especially when the animal scampered off behind the red horse that now limped into the desert. He watched the two animals, a strange set of friends.
Not too far up the river, Becca and Oscar continued observing the myriad birds that fluttered and soared, some carrying small items to create their nests, others snaring flying insects out of t
