Luke smiled watching Zac pet the old mule. Maudine had been his first friend when he came to the farm too. Maudine had silently witnessed the tears Luke had shed for his parents every day. To Maudine alone had he whispered his troubles, her ears flickering as if listening to every word. It had helped Luke to know that someone understood, even if that someone was an old mule. With any luck, Zac would feel the same way.