Carol’s story is just another glamorous
tale of a city girl who married a romantic Nebraska Sandhills rancher
years ago and became a ‘vocational COW assistant’ for life.
“So what exactly do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Take
the pickup (she didn’t learn to drive till she was twenty-nine) then go
out there to the Big Pasture (the dreaded Big Pasture where one grass
covered hill looks like the next one to her). Start way back there at
the gate in the Middle Pasture where we have the heifers now and honk.
They’ll come follow you and we’ll just run’em up through the Big Pasture
and put’em where they used to be. (she lost him right after ‘you take
the pickup’).
“Don’t
get too close to that gate if it’s surrounded by water because even in
4-wheel drive you could bury this thing up to the hubcaps (she made a
mental note to check behind the seat for a life jacket).
“On
second thought, go through the Middle Pasture past the old school-house
to the windmill with the green gate panels. Then bring the heifers out
that gate with the staple in it into the Big Pasture (Oh, no. The Staple
Gate! Wonder Woman herself couldn’t open that gate with her Golden
lasso and a come-a-long). Then you’ll have a straight shot to the last
gate where Gene bucked off the roan colt (in 2012) which leads to where
the heifers used to be.
“I’m
gonna take the four-wheeler and go through the other gate where the
heifers were ‘cause it’s closer to the mineral feeder and I can check
that windmill while I’m there and fill the feeder. See ya in a bit.”
A bit passes.
“Where
were you?” he asked, “I moved the heifers by myself and fixed another
windmill. When you didn’t show up I started lookin’. What are you doin’
back here anyway? You could have come out the other gate. You were
closer to it, ya know.”
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