One fine day for working cattle, the Cowman loaded up the horses and I to move some bulls on the other ranch. He was riding his favorite bay, Seco and I was on the aptly named Whitey. Whitey was an excellent corral horse, but was a really rough ride in the field. Who every got him for the long days afield referred to him as the kidney killer.
The boss had been on a fishing trip to Texas and ended up buying a load of Brahma bulls. They arrived in due time, and went to it, but were a bugger to work. If you got them the tiniest bit hot they blew up on you. Or they just blew up for no reason at all.
The Cowman sent Whitey and I way around to bring in the bulls from the far corner. I gathered a bunch and pushed them into the corrals, then circled back to pickup the one that had slipped away from me. He had decided that he liked it were he was and didn't plan on moving anytime soon. Thinking to trick him into seeing it my way, I picked up a few cows on the way back to him. The cows were showing him a little interest so he went with the flow for a while. About a half mile from the corrals he decided not a step further was he going.
Off in the distance I see the Cowman waving at me to get it in gear, we had a lot more cattle to gather. The bull wasn't seeing it that way. I tried the cow trick again, but no. As I sat atop Whitey eyeing that son-of-a it occurred to me that he was red eyeing us back. He had decided that he didn't want us there. He charged Whitey, who spun at the last minute, and the bull went whizzing by. He was a big bull and fast, he kept trying. The more he missed the madder he got. Once he came so close to nailing Whitey and busting my leg in the process that he blew snot all over us. Enough already.
The Cowman finally seeing that I was making no headway rode over to see what was going on. Now the bull was trying to take him. Big mistake, after the third time he tried to dump him off his favorite bay, the Cowman pulled out his shotgun and waited. Sure enough the next time that crazy bull tried to take him he got a face full of bird shot. Stepping back the Brahma shook his head, looked around with his now one good eye, and took off for the corrals at a fair clip. Whitey and I could have told him, don't mess with a Cowman, but some just learn the hard way.
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