Četvrtak, Januar 20, 2011

front, both inviting

front, both inviting and defying us. Turning the herd due south, we traveled until darkness fell, going into camp on a high, flat mesa of several thousand acres. But those evening breezes wafted an invitation to come and drink, and our thirsty herd refused to bed down. To add to our predicament, a storm thickened in the west. Realizing that we were confronting the most dangerous night in all my cattle experience, i ordered every man into the saddle. The remuda and team were taken in charge by the wrangler and cook, and going from man to man, i warned them what the consequences would be if we lost the herd during the night, and the cattle reached the creek.

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