Boston Jane (2001)
“It had stopped raining sometime during the night. If I were lucky, my dresses would be merely damp and not soaking wet.
The sky was gray and grim, and the air smelled muddy. I couldn’t help but notice that the roof of Mr. Russell’s cabin was sprouting moss, which seemed to me a very bad sign. It must rain a considerable amount for moss to grow on one’s roof.
I saw the abomination the minute I rounded the corner.
I did what any young lady would do. I screamed.
Handsome Jim came running out of the cabin, rifle at the ready no doubt expecting to find me in mortal danger.
“Shoot it!” I ordered, pointing at the perpetrator.
The cow regarded me with lazy eyes. She was calmly chewing away, a lace-trimmed hem hanging out of the corner of her mouth.
“Shoot cow?” Handsome Jim asked, confused.
I stamped my foot. “Yes. Shoot the blasted beast!”
Handsome Jim looked worried. “That cow Mr. Russell’s. Burton!”
“I don’t care! Just shoot the wretched animal!” I stamped my foot again.
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