THE LONE OLD TIMER 4

buck had caught a sorrel stocking leged horse that was born from the same mother and father as baldy. buck called this good young hore LITTLE BROTHER. but he wasnt little, he stood a full hand higher than baldy. he took lots of rideing, he was tough and long winded. buck got around the cattle on the road and got them lined out to the corral. but as he rode along it became clear that there was two more cows than calves, the cows without calves had full, tight bags. buck hadnt had a problem with preditors the four legged kind or the two legged.the first he could deal with, the second cound get dicey. he would hold these cattle in the corral over night and call the brand inspecter. he didnt think there was any thing to be done but at least it would be on record. after brand in the calves in the bunch buck got in his truck and went to the closest phone and called the local brand inspecter who said he would be out the next morning. a lot of the folks who had moved into the area wernt the best at keeping their places clean and respectable. as he was driveing by one such place with a number of junk cars scattered around and trash in the yard he heard a calf bawl.backing his truck up to the drive way he turned in and drove to a spot to one side of the house. the calf was still bawling. walking toward the sound he found two baby black calves locked in a corral mad from shipping pallets and tee posts. he turned to go back to his truck when he was met by a woman with tatoos running up her neck " what are you doing here?"she demanded. " just looking at those calves. where did you get them?" buck asked trying to be frienndly. "thats none of your business! now git off this place." the woman demanded. buck looked her over, hair matted and dirty, a tank top advertiseing a rock band and a pair of dirty ill fitting shorts. "ok thank you." buck knew now what the brand inspecter had to deal with.