She didn’t just see a limping dog or a goat that wouldn’t eat. She saw the story behind the symptom.
Walt met her at the gate, his weathered face creased with something deeper than worry—confusion. “She was sweet as honey all summer,” he said, leading her past the empty corrals. “Then October hit, and something snapped. Now every time Margaret steps into the pasture, Pele lowers her ears, flattens her neck, and charges.” She didn’t just see a limping dog or
“Has anything changed on the ranch since October?” Lena asked, squatting to observe without staring. Direct eye contact would be read as aggression. ” he said