Kile and Cliff Jenkin's awoke early and aroused as farm boy's do...
After dressing and finishing they're breakfast, they headed off to the barn to begin they're chores for the day. The boy's had helped they're mother run the farm and local dairy. After they're father had died, now with they're mother's stroke. It was just the two of them around the place.
"Goats...I'm telling ya." Kile argued. Cliff just shook his head. "They stink!" Was his reply. "Ya so...it's the milk we'll be saleing!" "Them yuppies... what vacation down around Otter Falls will love it." "Maybe." Cliff admitted opening the barn door. "We could use the extra money." Kile insisted. "True enough." Cliff agreed looking around frowning. "Were are the girls?" Kile looked around noticing for the first time that the milk cows were not waiting at the door. "Must be down by the river." kile answered. "Hahah ya you hope." Cliff snickered. "In the mood for a little heifer humpin'?" Kile asked. "IF...they're out of sight down in the grove by the river." Cliff answered, a smiling slowly spreading across his face. "I thought so." Kile chuckled.
The two young men trotted briskly down a worn old cow path, that led down into the river bottom land. "Looks like the girl's aren't in the upper pastures." Cliff grinning at his brother, knowing how much Kile liked fuckin' out of doors. "Would be a lot safer if we drove them back to the barn first." Cliff teased. "Awwww come on!" Kile protested. Cliff smiled punching his brother in the shoulder.
As they reached the lower pastures they saw movement in the tree's that grew along the river bank. "Looks like they're in the grove alright." Kile gloated. The two farmers picked up they're pace, moving through the misty pre-dawn pasture....