unexpected help

a few years ago I had a little ranch north of here leased. it was split by a 4 lane state hiway.  there was 3 underpass s that the cattle could us to migrate from one side to the other. you could actually lead a saddled horse theough them if you didn't want to go hunt a gate and trot across the asphalt.  it was one of those cold, windy January days that you couldn't put enough clothes on to stay warm. long handles, wranglers, flannel shirt, chaps, and a carhardt jacket with a silk wild rag just wasn't enough. while prowling the east side of the pasture I found a bunch of cows drawn from lack of water. a quick check showed the closest water hole dry. what I couldn't understand was these cattle knew to use a underpass and water on the other side of the hiway. quickly I threw these cows together and started them to the underpass. as we grew closer I could smell wood smoke. the cattle became harder to hold together and started dragging their feet. upon reaching the mouth of the underpass a big red horned bull got in the opening and started fighting the other cows back.  I cussed , cryed screamed, begged and pleaded but that damn bull wouldn't move. I set the dogs on him, and the whole batch tried to scatter. with some wild stupid riding I was able to hold the cows. the dogs had moved the bull and came to help me hold the cows. but that damn bull was back in the hole again.  I rode to the bank and picked up a hand full of rocks and tried chunking them at mr. bull.  no deal. then out of no where 4 Mexican footbackers appeared! two jumped down in the hole and hollerin and waving their jackets got the bull to go down the underpass. they fell in behind him and disappeared down the tunnel. the rest of the cows fell in line and headed into the dark mouth of the tunnel. the dogs, me, and my horse were wore out. the other tw0 Mexican boys took the cattle through the tunnel. I dismounted and leading my horse started through. half way across was a grill that was set in the ceiling. inder this had been a fire and camp belongings were piled against the wall. these boys were wets that were camping there waiting for a ride on to phoenix.  after we rebuilt the fire, made coffee and visited a bit it came out that they were cowboys from cananea mexico.  I wish I could have helped them they were sure good fellas.  I offered a ride up the road but they decided to wait for the coyote and ride with him. after that day they were gone and I never heard of them again. but their help and that coffee was sure a good thing at the right time!