Cody dusted his hands and stood.
The pit still reeked of
charred flesh, a sad reminder of the funeral pyre they’d
constructed yesterday.
One young bull had been stricken with
respiratory disease and had to be destroyed before infecting the
rest of...
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Cody dusted his hands and stood.
The pit still reeked of
charred flesh, a sad reminder of the funeral pyre they’d
constructed yesterday.
One young bull had been stricken with
respiratory disease and had to be destroyed before infecting the
rest of the herd.
He mounted Scout and rode a few more miles before
walking the horse toward the nearby stream to water.
When he
reached the fence marking the V-Bar property, he reined Scout
in.
He’d sent a crew to tear down this section of fence months
ago.
He’d planned to use the V-Bar acreage to separate the bulls
this winter.
Why wasn’t it done?
He jumped down.
The post was new, upturned earth still
moist beside it.
The staples used to secure the wire were still
shiny, without time to rust or discolor.
Damn.
Confound that woman.
She’d restrung the fence he’d
ordered torn down.
He kicked the post.
If she’d painted a sign
that read “keep out”, the message wouldn’t be any clearer.
He
swung into the sad
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