"Yeah, yeah. He can." He listened to the cursing and clutter before he put an arm around Rhia and gently moved her side to side, pretending to play but really just checking. No signs of bruising on her neck or shoulders. "Where's Pat going now?" He changed the page and looked at the sheep all along the field as Pat kept driving.

"Oh, looks like he's got letters for the sheep too. Let's hope it's not baaaaaa-d news." Gid bleated as he looked her over carefully. She seemed okay. Maybe Holden didn't hit yet. She was still young, after all.