He smiled down at her and gave a shrug, "Maybe I would maybe I would. Mom, Dad and me had been out of town when grandfather was killed. She and I were here when Dad was killed. He had been checking on a cow that had a complicated birth a few hours earlier that day."<br/><br/>A soft sighcame from him at the memory. "He wasn't mutulated like my grandfather. Just a clean bite through the throat. He hadn't even yelled before he was attacked."<br/><br/>The fact always bothered him. But he lived with the reality rather well, "I found him the next morning when I got up to feed the animals. My mother had been used to my father spending the night out in the barn working on wood work."