That evening as soon as the dishes were done, Easy strolled out on the porch to sit back and watch the day turn to twilight, but found Flash sitting on the porch stoop with a rifle in his hand. “Where’s Midnight and Cheyenne?” she said as she sat down beside him.
“Reno’s got ‘em out there gatherin’ eggs. He says while we’re here we need to pitch in and do some chores.”
She snickered. “Well, that’s fine, but I usually gather eggs early in the morning. If they go diggin’ around under them chickens at this time of day, they may get pecked to death. Besides, do they know the difference between a hen and a rooster?”
Flash laughed. “Probably not. I can just see ‘em trying to talk a rooster into layin’.”
She saw him lift his gun when he heard movement in the bushes nearby. “What’re you lookin
