Shuug

His green 1984 Chevy Silverado slowed to a snail's pace
Jesse checked the fence-line along the highway.
The neighbors prize Angus Bull across HWY 30 had broken through somewhere.
It was cold.
Two inches of snow had fallen the night before, which is unusual.
He spotted the mangled fence in a dense thicket of briars..
"Dangit" he whispered to himself. "You would have to cross there."
The briars tore his canvas coat sleeve as he pulled them out of the way.
The leather gloves kept the sharp points from getting to his hands.
His cell phone rang, the ring tone a George Strait song, "Run".
By the time he backed out of the thicket and got his gloves off it stopped.
He checked to see who it was.
The missed call read, "Shuug.", which is the pet name he calls his wife Anne.
He called her back.
"Hey Shuug, I found where he came through the fence, right in the middle of the dang briar patch!"
She told him the big Sorrel was lame in the front left foot,
wanted to know had he noticed.
"I didn't see him this morning, keep him in the stall, when I get this fixed I will tend to him."

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