RUNNING IRON 2

mike dawson rolled the truck to a stop in front of the river side store and dance hall.. a pay phone was mounted on the wall outside. the old building was build from smooth river rock stacked and cemented together. it had a tin roof. mike turned to emily dawson sitting next to him "ok pretty lady thres the store. you got ten minute s before this bus leaves heded back home." emily smiled"you wont leave withrout me, you got no one to cook and we are outof peanut butter" mike grunted and opened the door and got out.emily slide out behind him and quick walked into the store. mike fished in his pocket for some change and went to the pay phone. when he got the brand department on the phone they put him on hold, then transfered him twice and finally a voice came on asking what he needed. mike explained the situation and asked for a inspecter to come to the ranch. the man on the other end said some one would be there the next day around 9 in the morning. he thanked mike then hung up before mike could say any more. he turned the phone reciever around and almost slamed it into yjr rock wall. but he slamed it into the cradle insteadd. turning he saw emily sitting in the truck munching on something. when mike got in the truck he saw she had a small bag of potato chips in her lap. "thats all you wanted here?" mike was saarcastic. emily pointed to a sack in the floor board then shoved another chip in her mouth. mike started the truck but before he could back out emily pushed a large potato chip in his mouth. "see? ill share." she burbled around the mouth full of chips she had. mike munched his chip, backed out of the parking lot and headed home. the next morning a state truck rolled into the yard at 8 45. when he stopped a tall thin man got out. he was dressed in denim pants a white shirt and a straw hat on his head on the white shirt was a little round badge. as mike walked to the man the officer with out any pre amble he said " where are they,?" mike had extended his hand to shake but dropped it and turned to his corrals " ill show you come on." when they reached the corral where the pair were mike opened the gate and the officer brushed by going inside. mike watched as the man used a little pocket camera and took pictures of the pair, both sides. when he came out mike reshut the gate and the officer marched to his truck, mike followed. at the truck the man was writing in a inspection book. when he tore the pages out he handed them to mike. " rebrand the calf and turn them back out if you want. i dont know about that ladder brand ill have to research that. those papers i give you prove i saw them and i determined the calf is yours if any one questions the deal. my name is harvy jenson ill be in touch. if you find any more call me. ok?"jenson handed mike a card with a phone number. "thats my personel number on the card dont waste your time on the front office. jenson had limbered up. mike shook jensons hand and thanked him jenson waved as he left the yard,

THE RUNNING IRON 1

the ridge he rode down was littered with rock, big rocks. the trail he folowed had been beaten out by cattle over the years. his horse steped along, head lowered so as not to stp on somehing painful. the rider was watching the canyon below. he trusted the horse to travel safely. the rider ws a man just passed 40. his dark hair had streaks of gray. he wore wrangler pants with a bul hide pair of chaps pulled over them his olathe mule hide boots were stuck deep into tapaderos. they were made from rawhide with the hair left on. the rider had on a long sleeve denim shirt but also woore a denim jacket his hair creeped out from under a black resistol hat pulled down snug. the horse was stepping along being as quiet as possible. it wasnt intentional, but it worked well. no cow brurte would hear them comming. up ahead the rider saw, down on the canyon slope, three head of cows with calves. they were grazeing walking slow as they did. the rider stopped the horse by simply laying his hand on the horses neck and almost whispering whoa. he eased to the ground snd snugged up the cinchas on his saddle. then in almost slow motion remounted. they move on by the cows then turnned down hill to be behind them these cows were gentle. as he eased up on them they simply tried to walk away. he pushed his horse around them and stopped them. he sat there looking at the cows. the cows wore his brand 66 on the left hip. two of the calves wore the same but the third had been freshly branded with a ladder on the right rib. he didnt know that brand. " damn , now we gotta take them to the house." the rider spoke to the horse. they ased back around the cows and started them toward his house and home corrals. they were a good two miles as the crow flys back to the north but the way the cows had to ws farther. when in sight of the house the rider loped ahead and opened a corral gate. the cows went in with no proble. once in the corral the man shut the gate and went to a interior gate to another corral. that gate he opened. he the went to the cattle and carefull cut the cow and calf off that was misbranded, he then let the other two pairs back out on the range. as he was unsaddlig his horse a shaply woman came from the house a apron tied over her wrangler jeans. " your back early. get home sick?" the man pulled the saddle from the horses back and looked her over. a auburn haired woman shapley and tall. not yet in her mid 30 s. " you could say that any time" he smiled " but i need a brand inspecter. after putting his saddle on the rack he turnned to see the woman leading his horse away to its corral." maybe ought to let her do the riden and ill stay and cook" he spoke to himself. when the womn came back she handed the bridle to the rider" if your going to riverside to the phone i want to go to. i need a few things from the store." the man nodded then hung the bridle on a nail. he turned to see the woman trotting to the house , pulling the apron off.shakeing his head he walked to his truck and got in and startred to let the engine warm up. when the woman was in the truck she scooted over next to him and nudged him with a elbow"let er buck cowboy!" he let the clutch out and they headed to the little village of river side. five miles away.