OUT OUR WAY:  The Wrong Trail

Out our way, Charlie trusts me to ride drag when we are pushing the herd. It is not only because he can ride flank and point far better than I, but because he knows I have learned to be patient.

As you may recall, on my first roundup in Wyoming, one the folks got impatient and tried to move the herd faster by driving up in his pickup and laying on the horn.

It was my first roundup and also my first stampede — because these cow were a bit rangey after the long summer and spooked. It took us hours to get them all rounded up again.

Today, I was reading a reflection by Reuben Job on the Te...