An Excerpt from of Chapter One
"Big Horn Catchmequick "

By
OL Shepp

I hold my breath.  Maybe he’ll buck, maybe he won’t.  Jackson and I find two bulls traveling south and down the slope and have them headed home.

“Keep these two boys moving.  I’ll ride the next ridge and see if there are any others.”  Jackson swings in the saddle, points his horse west and hollers, “Be right back.  Keep ‘em moving, Sis!”

I love my old horse, Rocky.  I’d give anything to ride him today, instead of May-Bee.  Rocky, is like my best friend.  He’s a friend who never gets tired of doing all the listening.  I never get tired of doing all the talking.  He never complains, anyway.  And thank God for that.  Wouldn’t that be funny?  My horse, rolling his eyes at me like my brother Jackson does for talking too much.  He’d get, you know, a horsey attitude.  He’d flair his nostrils great big, blow slobber all over his self and rolls his eyes back while sticking his chin out at me.  Ha!  No way.  Rocky never does that. I don’t remember ever owning another horse.  Rocky, he’s my family.

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