Today was a typical day on the prarie for me and my nine kids. We started the day early, as usual, with the sun just peeking over the horizon. We had a lot of work to do, so we got right to it. We rounded up the cattle, checked on the horses, and made sure the fences were all in good shape.
As we were finishing up, I heard a loud bellowing coming from the other side of the prarie. I knew it was Argonaut, the old bull we had been trying to keep away from the cattle. I quickly grabbed my lasso and ran towards the sound. Sure enough, there was Argonaut, charging towards my herd of cattle. I quickly lassoed him and pulled him back, saving my cattle from a potentially dangerous situation.
My kids were all watching from a safe distance, and I could hear them cheering me on. I couldn't help but smile, remembering the time I had to rescue my own mother from a charging bull when I was a child. I was proud of myself for being able to protect my family and my cattle.
After I had Argonaut safely tied up, we all went back to the house for lunch. We had a nice meal of beef stew and cornbread, and then we all went back to work. We finished up the day with a few more chores, and then it was time to head back to the house.
As we were walking back, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. I was proud of my kids for helping me out, and I was proud of myself for being able to protect my family and my cattle. I knew that no matter what happened, I could always count on my kids and my cattle to help me out.
"Y'all did a mighty fine job today," I said with a Texas drawl. "Let's get back to the house and get some rest."
And with that, we all headed back to the house, content with a day's work well done.