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Micha went to the closest barn. It had the goats and alpacas in it. He knew this from the night before. He looked at the other men. “This is the first barn. Look around. This is where my wife got a bad feeling. She isn’t wrong; I had it as well.”

“Okay.” The man closest to him said.

Mr. Hatchet came out of the house and looked at the barn. The men were standing with him in the front of the barn. No one was out of place, and the old man looked relieved when he walked closer. That was how every one was alerted to the change in the man. He handed a packet of papers to Micha, and then he looked at them. They were the records for the cattle he bought. Sophia would need these.

Micha looked at the older man. “Can we discuss the goats and the alpacas now?”

“We have thirty-five does and ten bucks right now.” Mr. Hatchet said as he looked at Micha. “The Alpacas, we have thirty-nine and the dominant male. We tried to