<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/26d97fcf-3f5b-42ae-ad3e-0daaae63c193_zps05b31de6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Micki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday evening, 1800<br/><strong>With:</strong>The girls<br/><br/>Friday evening always bought a sense of relief at the Ranch.  No college for two days, although tonight there was a celebratory air as college had finished for a month.  Micki would have lots of help over the next four weeks, ideal as it was coming into the busy period.  There were twelve cows due to calf, the chickens needed to be taken from their winter quarters to the free range run.  Plenty to keep them all busy, not to mention that the barn needed a coat of paint and the tractor was in need of a good service.<br/><br/>The three girls each had chores, they each helped around the farm and Micki didnt charge them, instead they worked for their keep and board.  It worked out well.  People wouldnt believe that Micki was in her mid 30's she looked good for her age.  Long blonde hair, bright intelligent blue eyes.  She was a beautiful looking woman, although she tended to wear her hair up now, under scarfs or hats.<br/><br/>She had been out with old Harvey, their prized bull all day.  He had trodden on something that had imbedded itself in his foot, she had been bathing it in water.  The silly bugger had been like a baby, but then he was her baby, she loved that Bull with a passion.  He always serviced the cows well, this year twelve of her thirty-three head herd were expecting, a great number for the small ranch.<br/><br/>Friday evening was a time to celebrate.  The skies were growing darker as she opened the oven door, checking on the pie that she had baked for tonight.  They always sat around the large oval table in the kitchen, sharing the tales of the day and planning the weekend.  She had gone into town this morning, done a big shop and the cupboards were stocked full, enough to last them at least two weeks.<br/><br/>Pulling the pie out she placed it in the centre of the table, there were a selection of vegetables, a couple of bottles of wine and freshly baked bread, not to mention home churned butter.  if they could make it they did.<br/><br/>Grabbing a wooden spoon she picked up a saucepan and banged on it loudly, "COME AND GET IT" she shouted out the open window, knowing the girls were out finishing their chores.