Its the Cowboy Way

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n and I then turned her up a header so that we could start making our way to the top of the ridge. I was hunting two cows and I had a pretty good idea where they were. Halfway up out o

nothing done sitting

they know that when I whistle it is time to go to work. I motion for Rowdy, my border collie to go up and around and he takes off like a streak of lightning. Champ my leopard catahoula stays by me as I continue to ride towards them. This is the last cow-calf pairs that I have here in this pasture. I have already cut the rest of my calves off and will be shipping them to a cattle buyer out of Alabama in the next week. The four head of cattle seem to know something is up an

open and three of them run straight into where some hay is waiting on them but the fourth one turns and starts fighting my dogs and trying to jump the fence. I ride up and shut the gate to hold the three in and then pull down my rope and take to the last one that needs to be penned. I throw my rope catching her around the neck and then slip the slack around her hip before turning Jupiter the other way, just like you s

y's work and it is not even 8 in the morn

r's hours, " I reply as I coil up

e of my eastern pastures but Albert is not a rancher, horseman, or cattleman. His father bought the ranch and wants hi

en that need to go to the sale barn but Darla wants me to take her to El Paso to pick up h

you ten head over here by 9 I will take them with me, and understand Albert if you don't have them here by the tim

says as he heads towards his truck. "Hey Trent, are you ever

gets a drink and starts munching on hay as I close up the tack room and walk up to the house. Rowdy and Champ follow me into the house and go straight to their beds. Damn soft dogs, I chuckle to myself as I get another cup of coffee and walk out on the front porch. I can

mine that are going to be sold are in a set of shipping corrals at the west end of my ranch getting fat on hay. I back up to the chute and get my cows loaded when I look up and see Albert flying back down the road hooked to a trailer. As

anch headquarters. I wish the county guys would grade the roads but at least it's only 40 miles of dirt road and then the rest is pave