Henry smirked at her comment, taking another sip of beer "Eh, she only complains when I start bringing strays home..." He tossed her a teasing smirk between sips, then set the bottle down again. He could get carried away with a beer, polish it off in no time flat if he wasn't paying attention. He shrugged at her mention of goats "Far as I know, the cows were cheep and available... Don't think she payed more than twenty a head for them, if that"
His sister wasn't to fond of the things, but had to admit they got the job done. She'd likely sell them soon, though she might not, he never could guess. She was about as predictable as the wind, one minute she was calm and cool, the next she'd be lashing you till you were on your knee's. "I'm sure he'll figure it out, he keeps all the heaps of garbage in this place going, even worked a little magic on Em's old truck over the winter... Thing needs a pullet put in it, but she keeps it going by sheer force of will I think. If you feel up to helpin out, I wont turn it down."
Henry McGregor
I'm flat on the floor with my head down low
Where the sky can't rain on me anymore
Don't knock on my door 'cause I won't come
I'm hidin' from the storm 'til the damage is done
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