Chapter 437 What's Next: #5
- I had to laugh when we cleared the trees and the wayward juveniles spotted their mothers. They ran bawling to their moms and immediately sought out a teat to nurse on. The larger cows stood patiently and let their young feed. I couldn't help but think that if it was me that had run off from my mom I would have gotten an ass chewing instead of a tit to suckle on when I got back.
- We had fried chicken, corn on the cob and mashed potatoes for supper that night. The platter was piled high with breasts, legs and thighs cooked to perfection. I had more energy that night and talked more than the night before. I learned more about Colleen. Her parents had immigrated to the United States from Ireland when she was five years old. Her father had always had a fascination with the tales of the Old West and had come to Montana. That explained the trace of the Irish brogue. She had grown up in America but still had the influence of her parent's in her speech.
- I was feeling much better the next day and once again after breakfast I headed back to replace fence posts. Sam helped me load up the mules but I headed out on my own. All I had to do was follow the stream to my destination. This day was easier than the first. I had learned a few tricks that made the work less strenuous. Shortly before four o'clock I set the last post and headed back to the barn. I had some extra time so I mucked some of the stalls before cleaning up for dinner.