Darrell kicked the dirt as he cussed under his breath. "Another week, and not one of them damn cows is pregnant." He sighed, looking up at the cloudless sky. "I wish I had a stud here that knew what the fuck to do with a cow and could--ahh, fuck me!!"
In his distracted state, Darrell had managed to step in a fresh cow pie, getting it all over one of his good boots. He'd barely turned back towards the hose when a tremendous thunderclap boomed overhead. It was so loud that his eyes blurred and he nearly lost his balance.
