A short story

After three days on foot, eating only bark from the trees and drinking muddy water from my chewing tobacco lid, I finally managed to find a sign of the bulls. I gave their shit a good sniff and knew instantly that I need to find a new job and that they are approximately 12 hours ahead of me. It’s hard to follow their tracks on this dry ground, but it’s getting easier every hour. I no longer fear what will happen once I get the rope around their neck. It’s all about getting there and putting an end to this. They will lose. I will win.

Yesterday was a good day. #fishing #nature

Not every day as a cowboy is as cool as the rest. Yesterday the two bulls we bought four days ago chose to take their freedom back. They ran and ran, and we lost sight of them in the forest more than 5 kilometers from the home they barely know. Searched with a thermal drone but no success. Darkness came before we could catch them.