The truck pulled up to the gate and Louie jumped out and walked around to open it. The truck drove through and bounced on up the muddy track through the cow pasture. Louie trotted behind, keeping a wary eye the the dairy cow and the half-grown calf grazing about 15 feet from the track. That old cow of Aunt Cathy's could be mean sometimes. It didn't pay to not keep an eye on her.

The cow looked up from grazing as the truck drove past with Louie moving close behind. She lowered her head and turned toward Louie and for a minute he thought he might have to run. She must have decided not to mess with him this evening, because after one intent stare, she turned and went back to browsing. Louie sighed with relief and hurried on into the yard, closing the second gate firmly behind him. The others were already unloading their instruments and moving up onto the porch as He walked up to the truck. He reached over the side of the truck, grabbed his guitar and his concertina, and followed the rest up the steps.