"97" Jennifer responded then continued, "Be advised animal control en route."

Vic turned to see Mr. Garvey walking slowly toward her from the side of his house. She knew he had gone downhill over the past year, but was not prepared to see he appeared older than Methuselah. His faded, torn overalls hung off his slender frame, one shoulder buckle undone, swinging freely as he walked toward her. Forlorn memories of his robust figure hauling tobacco when she was little filled her mind and for a moment, Vic wished to turn back the clock.

"Victoria, how’s Betty?" He walked to her with his arms outstretched in greeting. Vic smiled and hugged the old man.

"Now Mr. Garvey, you know Aunt Betty’s been dead almost ten years now."

He looked around absently for a few moments then smiled, smacking his head. "Age, sorry Vic." He looked at her for a moment as if unsure why she was there.

"Mr. Garvey, you called about an odor from Mama’s Milk?"

He nodded, "Oh, well I sure did. It’s awful, come with me to the barn and I’ll carry ya up there."

"Hang on a sec, let me get some things from my trunk."

She pulled out a rope, a hard hat with a light, gloves and a camera. Throwing them into a backpack, she slung it over her arm and followed him. "Ready." She announced.

No reason not to humor him following him to the huge, well-kept, red barn five hundred feet behind the house. Pushing open the large sliding wooden door, he stood in front of his John Deere proudly, folding his arms across his chest.

"Ain’t she a beaut?"

Vic smiled, "Sure is Mr. Garvey, now, about that smell?"

He nodded, "Hop on Kiddo, knee’s actin up and I’d rather ride today if ‘yaonto."

She nodded and climbed on the seat, then moved to the wheel-fender as he followed, then started the large diesel engine. The tractor roared to life and they pulled out of the barnyard, heading toward the open fields.