After all, he had done a lot of very unpleasant work for his 200 dollars, and this case seemed hopeless. Sure enough, the vet slowly removed his hands from the cow, leaned back on his haunches, and stared at Julius Fraley, the cow's owner. I can't fit a size 12 calf through a size 10 hole. It don't work. Whether the cow lived or died concerned the vet and me only in the abstract, but it meant a great deal to Mr. Fraley.
Good cows are expensive, and raising cattle is a hard business.
Mr. Fraley had considered shooting the cow before he called the vet, but now that he'd thrown another 200 dollars on the table, he was understandably reluctant to give up without a final effort. He shook his head. You do this a lot more than me. The vet, knowing that he'd been condemned to more hard labor, just sighed. The next half-hour was intense, the images vivid enough to follow me for a week.