You know I bet a good weekend with them all working on El Rancho Esteban David would bring them together.
O imagine the sparkle in one's eye as Jevon tries to lasso a doggie, trips and accidentally ropes a cactus that first night. Stories around the campfire as a thunderstorm brews way off to the west, lighting up the inky night sky! The next day when Nigel has to put down a lame horse with a nothing but a fence post wrapped in barbed-wire and they all cry in each others arms as the blood runs into the dusty ground. What's that? Its Ma Dave ringing the alarm for supper! Good simple, humble food. Food from the earth and fresh horse meat to one obtained with one's own strength and will. What tastes better than accomplishment after a hards days work in the sun? The small troubles of a ball bouncing of your arm into the face of the opposing coach look awful small when placed against the backdrop of the titanic Western Kansas sky. By the time the last night rolls around, words will be fewer, but more meaningful. A well placed glance will tell more tales than a library of books. They will have learned to not only wrangle cattle, but how to wrangle men.
