“Delivery.”
Silas looked at the trailer. “Delivery of what?”
“One Charolais bull. Four years old. From Texas.”
Silas stared at him. “I didn’t order a bull.”
The driver glanced at the paperwork. “Crow’s Edge Ranch, Talkeetna, Alaska. Facility code AK9072487. That you?”
“That’s my place, but I didn’t order any bull.”
“Then take it up with the shipper.”
Silas removed his gloves slowly. “How big is this animal?”
“Thirty-four hundred pounds.”
The cold seemed to move straight through his coat. “You’re joking.”
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