CHAPTER 16
“Come on, Peaches,” Jillian pleaded. “Just get in here so I can tuck you in for the night.”
There she went again, talking to these animals as if they were tiny human beings. Connie had run back to the house to pull some bread out of the oven. They had managed to get everyone into the pen, all except for Peaches, who wouldn’t come near no matter how much grain Jillian held out to coax her indoors.
“You know, I have a good mind to make you sleep outside just to teach you a lesson.”
“Someone throwing a temper tantrum before bed?”
The voice made her jump. She whipped her head around, nearly banging her shoulder on the barn door.
“Here. Let me help.” Ricky held his empty hand out toward the goat and made the same sort of tsk tsk tsk you’d use to call a cat. Surprisingly enough,
