"Silly, silly, bully, if you hadn't whacked me with that racket, you'd only have to worry about satisfying 1000 cows," she whispers wistfully.
You wonder what she means.
Just then you hear the clomp of horse hooves and male voices talking.
"Zeke, ya sur' the boss said to geld dis' bull? I mean he ain't done studding?"
"Clem, we don't geld him yet. Weez wait until the new bull gits here, then we geld him."
"When's da new bull coming?"
"Today, tomorrow, next week? I don' know. Boss jes sed he'd be here this week. How many cows you'll think our stud will git through fer he becomes a heifer hisself?"
"Mebbee 500?"
"I think he may only do 300."
"Wanna make a wager on dat?"
Your mind is spinning. A day or two, or maybe a week to impregnate all those cows or gelded, and a steer for life.