A Red Steer and a Ruby Necklace

[Cita]

I had thought to watch the meteor shower since it goes on until November 7, but I can't keep my eyes open when I lie down at night, lie down beside the embers of the fire, lie down beside you, lie down in wool and canvas, tuck my clothes up under my pillow so that I can pull them down under the covers with me in the early dawn, cover my head against the blowing dirt.

We are missing the coverage of Sandy and Obama and Romney while the big red steer puts his head between the second and third strands of wire in the gate at the top of the dry lot, pushes hard with his shoulders, breaks free, leading the cows and calves with him, and they all head for water.

Breaking news : climate change is real and water is a problem.

Sometime in the night the big white horse leans hard on the top strand of barbed wire to steal half a bale of hay and rip open a bag of grain, eating three pounds.

This morning he wears a ruby necklace, almost a suicide by gluttony, and he stomps his hind feet with belly ache.

A fat black cow broke through the floorboards of the white trailer on the way to the sale, dragging her feet on the road, and you lay on your back beneath the wheels and iron and raining cow shit to push a board up through the hole, wire it into place, and pray, pray it holds, pray it rains, pray the country recovers, pray you get back to camp before I crawl between the blankets and stare into the coals, pray our horses stand up and the water rises. 

[Ron. Lavalette]

Oh this is too real.  You haven't missed a thing.  marvelous.

[bolton carley]

oh, i don't envy you.  been there done that on the trailer situation.  not fun.  love your rambling voice.

[Kerry Logan]

Watching the misery of starvation and thirst is no picnic. This is vivid and real for me. Thanks

[Cita]

Gita-lady:  Meet me at Horseshoe tank.  I'll be there by noon tomorrow.  I'll make sure and take you a bedroll and a chair.

[Gita]

You are better off for not knowing what's going on with Romney and Obama and Sandy. I'd rather dab salve on the horse's neck and fix the underside of the trailer than sit here another day and listen to all the bad news. If I hopped a plane your way, where along the trail should I meet up with y'all?