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Long Weekends

Long weekends are always nice. Growin’ up as a kid we seldom noticed the weekends except for Sunday dinner. Life on a stock farm/ranch always found something that needed to be done. Maybe I’m getting’ lazy but I try to find slow time on the weekends as much as possible.  
Daughter, Megan, and grandson, Marcus dropped by on Saturday evening. I am often out doing something and miss her visits. This evening we all made time to enjoy the lifestyle we have chosen to live. A little trip out to the horsepens brought curious horses and an equally curious grandson together. Watching his eyes light up makes my day! The wonder that fills his face is better than any paid entertainment on earth!  
Michael, Kassi and The Cowboy were horseback on Monday. Our Faris Pasture also provides entertainment that can best be described as priceless. We did the usual, riding hills and valleys over high prairie and through wooded streams. Gathering the cattle was deceiving as they easily walked along. The ease turned to pure excitement as the lead cattle rounded a hill and began to run. Perhaps not as wild as the old-time stampede, we found ourselves in for a “Hurrah” none the less!  
I reached the lead cattle at a gallop, shouting and waving as my hoss danced nervously. The cattle slowed but darted in two directions around me flowing over the hillside like an unruly waterfall dashing against the rocks below. There was no stopping them once they reached the brush. Cattle disappeared into the foliage only to be glimpsed in an opening or two several yards from where I had expected them. Michael had seen me dash into the brush. Horse and rider disappeared just as the cattle. Kassi had stayed with a group that split off over the hills but they, too, found the brush and disappeared. We rendezvoused perhaps 15 minutes after the dust settled. Oh well! It’s a holiday! Rather than let the circumstances ruin our day, we chose to just keep riding and enjoy the day.  
As the shadows reached across the valleys and the air began to cool, the cattle also began to come out of hiding scattering over the hills grazing and calling for their calves. The scene was relaxing and rewarding even though we had failed in our intent to capture them. There's always tomorrow. Yesir, tomorrow’s another day… 
So Long, 
The Cowboy  


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