![]() When she moved a few steps closer, she spotted the cowboy. This was more than odd, Jane decided - this was downright spooky. The closer she got, the brighter they became. The setting sun made it hard to be sure at first, but as Jane strode forward with boots crunching on the dry summer grass, she noticed faint silver outlines on horns and hooves. One thing the GPS hadn't been able to show her: they were glowing. Three hundred head of Flying Guernsey, standing precisely in the outline of a giant cartoon heart. She crested the final rise and brought the Jeep to a skidding stop. Clear, recognizable shapes no cow should know anything about. ![]() Normally the herd moved as an amorphous, amoeba-like blob within the boundary fences, drifting to and fro in search of water and good grazing. ![]() Jane glared at the GPS monitor, which showed the location of every animal the Bar Sinister Ranch owned on the plateau.
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