Make Mine Homogenized

e edge of the mob. "Don't just stand there like asatisfied cowhand after a night in Reno. Get these noisy females outtamy way." She batted at the hens and they scattered with angry squawksof protest.Hetty paused in the doorway of the chicken house to allow her eyes tobecome accustomed to the cool gloom after the bright glare of the ranchyard. She could feel the first trickles of sweat forming under theman's shirt she was wearing as the hot, early morning Nevada sun beatdown on her back in the doorway.Moving carefully but quickly through the nests, she reached and gropedfor the eggs she knew would be found in the scattered straw. As sheplaced each find carefully in the bucket she carried, her lips moved ina soundless count. When she had finished, she straightened up and leftthe chicken house, her face reflecting minor irritation.Again the hens swirled about her, hoping for the handfuls of crackedcorn she usually tossed to them. On the other side of the yard Solomonstepped majestically along the edge of the vegetable garden, nevercrossing the hoed line separating garden from yard... --This text refers to the Kindle Edition edition.