Harky looked hastily up to see his father beside him. "Yes, Pa," he said.
"Lemme see."
Mun sat down beside Old Brindle and Harky sighed with relief. When Mun Mundee could not get the last squirt from a cow, it followed that the cow was indeed stripped. But Mun, conditioned by experience, never completely approved of anything Harky did.
"We'll close up for the night," he said.
Harky scooted out of the barn ahead of his father and gulped lungfuls of the softening wind. It seemed that a man could never get enough of that kind of air. Mun closed and latched the barn door and Harky turned to him.
"It's a thaw wind!" he said rapturously.
"Yep."
"Not the big thaw, though."
"Nope."