“Old Alexander liked thirty-day months.”
“I’ve wondered about that.”
“You’ll find a lot more peculiar things about Flora when you get to know her better. This year has just been a breaking-in period.”
Kennon chuckled. “It’s damn near broken me,” he admitted. “You know, I thought that the Lani’d be my principal practice when I came here.”
“You didn’t figure that right. They’re the easiest part. They’re intelligent and co-operative.”
“Which is more than one can say about the others.” Kennon wiped the sweat from his face. “What with this infernal heat and their eternal stubbornness, I’ve nearly been driven crazy.”
“You shouldn’t have laid out that vaccination program.”
“I had to. Your hog business was living mostly on luck, and the sheep and shrakes were almost as bad. You can’t get away from soil saprophytes no matter how clean you are. Under a pasture setup there’s always a chance of contamination. And that old cliche about an ounce of prevention is truer of livestock raising than anything else I can think of.”
“I have some more good news for you,” Blalok said. “That’s why I came over. We’re going to have another species to treat and vaccinate.”
Kennon groaned. “Now what?”