Lonely Dove
Deets was on his way back from the lots.
Dish finally spoke up. “Captain, like I said, I’d be glad to wait if you have some plans to make up a herd,” he said.
The Captain looked at him strangely, as if he might have forgotten his name, much less what he was doing there. But it
wasn’t the case.
“Why, yes, Dish,” he said. “We might be needing some hands, if you don’t mind doing some well-digging while you wait.
Pea, you best get these boys started.”