“The bull had some sort of intestinal upset and it made him really ornery. Winnie said he’s usually pretty good-natured, but not yesterday. It took Winnie, the hired man, and four of the neighbors to subdue him so the vet could give him a shot of antibiotics.”

Hannah felt her stomach drop down to her knees and come slowly back up again. She’d gone into the pen with a sick, ornery bull and he could have gored her six ways to the center. Her sister had handed that same sick, ornery bull homemade cookies and heaven only knew what that had done for his intestinal problem.

“The good news is the bull’s fine today. Winnie said that when she went out to the barn this morning, he was as quiet as a lamb. That shot the vet gave him must have worked.”

Forget the shot, Hannah said under her breath. My money’s on the five Peanut Butter Melts that Andrea fed him.

Winnie slid onto a stool at the work island and accepted the mug of coffee that Hannah poured for her. “I sure can use some wake-me-up,” she said. “I kept hearing noises in the barn last night.”

“Really?” Hannah asked, placing two mini cherry cheesecakes on a napkin in front of Winnie and hoping she looked more innocent than she felt.

“That’s right. I could have sworn somebody was in there, but when I checked, everything seemed okay. ’Course I couldn’t see much without my glasses.”

“What happened to your glasses?”

“I knocked ’em on the floor when I jumped out of bed and I couldn’t find ’em until this morning.” Winnie took another sip of her coffee. “I apologize for not getting here yesterday, but I had an emergency. Did Lisa tell you about Larry?”

“Larry?”

“My bull. The grandkids named him.”

Hannah had all she could do not to laugh out loud. The bull’s name was Larry, so she hadn’t been lying after all! It couldn’t be a coincidence. She must have heard Winnie mention it and it had stuck in her mind. “Yes, Lisa told me. I’m glad Larry’s better now.”

“Guess you’re not going to try to talk me into letting them use the park.”

“Why not?”

“Use your head, girl! Now that their big-shot director is dead, they’ll be packing up and leaving town.” Something in Hannah’s expression must have tipped her off, because Winnie cocked her head and stared at Hannah curiously. “Won’t they?”

“I don’t think so. At least that’s not what I heard last night. Most of the important scenes have already been filmed, and there are only four to go. Lynne Larchmont is going to direct those.”

“You mean they still want to use the park?”

“That’s right. I hope you’ll let them use it, Winnie.”