“Hello?”

I turned to the voice. It was Bill, one of the other farmhands. “Hey Luke, I thought I’d see if you wanted...” he entered the workshed and stared at me in shock, taking in my much too large clothes and the fact I was a cowgirl. He approached and pushed back my hair to expose my ear. He grunted when he didn’t see the large plastic identification tag that all the cow girls had pierced in their ear. “Luke you dumb ass. What have you done!” He asked rhetorically.

“I. It was an accident. She moved and I slipped and...” I motioned at my body. I felt suddenly scared and small - like I would cry. “Can you take me to the infirmary- they can undo this right?”