So warm under his fingers, the familiar scent fills his nostrils as he strokes carefully. The sun angling in strikes coppery highlights from the velvety softness under his hand.
"There's never been anyone quite like you," he murmurs, leaning against her shoulder. "You're my special girl."
Liquid brown eyes turn towards him and he smiles at the affection in that placid gaze.
Mooooooo Apparently Bessie appreciates the compliment.
Jonathan grins, patting her rump as he turns to leave the barn.
Martha stands in the doorway watching them. "I swear you love that cow more than me," she grumbles good-naturedly.
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