He thanked her and hung up, staring at the receiver for a long moment before setting it down. Warmth—that was the key. But how exactly was he supposed to guide a half-frozen pig through a snowstorm?
Still, he couldn’t let it freeze. He had to try something. He scanned the kitchen. No hay, no heat lamps—this wasn’t a barn. But maybe food could coax it. Pigs were smart. And pigs were greedy. He opened the pantry and rummaged through the bottom shelves.