Nope, we didn’t expect nottin’. The cold roared in and the snow with it. Couldn’t see worth a darn, but I knew it’d be deadly to hunker down.
So there I was, fightin’ the storm and Henry. He always was stubborn and wouldn’t go where I was leadin’. Finally I dropped the reins.
“Get us home, Henry,” I said.
Ole Henry shook his head, felt the freedom and turned in what I knew was the wrong direction.
I was accepting my fate when suddenly I could make out the farm through the lashing snow.
Shoulda figured Henry wouldn’t miss dinner.
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