the young bull

 

The big red horse was fine.

Jesse turned him out after checking him over.

He had a slight stone bruise,

nothing serious.

He walked down the hallway of the barn to the tack room.

Cisco stuck his head out the stall as Jesse passed by.

"Hey boy, you ready to chase a bull?"

He walked in the tack room and removed his roping saddle,

an old Ralph Shimon he inherited from his grandfather.

Cisco is what you call a "Blue" horse, or a blue roan.

A perfect example of a Quarter Horse..

Stocky, small head, broad chested, quick, athletic, and eager to work.

He loves to hunt cow.

It's in his blood like a bird dog has hunting birds in his blood.

They set out in the snow with more snow beginning to fall.
Snow in the spring in the south is a peculiar thing..

His rope was frozen stiff tied to the leather straps hanging on the saddle.

Jesse had called his neighbor saying he would bring the bull home..

his neighbor, Jim Hastings, was out of town and had said he appreciated it.

The bull had made his way to the north pasture where Jesse's cows were eating hay.

He really didn't mind if the young bull had met up with a few of his "girls",

in fact, he hoped he had.

This bull's offspring were very healthy and carried a lot of weight.

It's the least the bull could do for causing him all the trouble.

 

wkm

nashville