Early morning in the barn was cool and dewy. The damp animals shifted, blinking through shafts of light. Today would be hot. The sheep hardly made a sound when the farmer came in and selected a lamb from under them. He carried the lamb under his arm to meet the woman by the gate, setting it down on the dusty road to let her run her hands over its wool, still baby soft. She led it by a tether of red yarn to the shed the farmer indicated. In her free hand was a hammer. On her hip, a knife.