And, yes, another "butte"! Did get runnin' a little, try and ship a bunch a books and make the tradin' post; get back for the horses run outta water. All worked mostly, with the exception of the 100% sugar, breakfast I got late at the "post". But, by and large, I weathered the storm, help of a wee nap.
Sure was a day, though; time I got down to the drinker, the horses was there. And, yes, Big was standin', front and center over the barrel; everyone else waitin'. Fact, someone asked me 'bout that today; seemed like they thought it was wrong for him to be like that.
Well, I hauled off down to the low tank, after fillin' up "Big's Bowl", make sure that was topped up and let the truck die, there on the hill, next to the bunch, way back. Big had plumb lay down and passed out, I suppose after drinkin' his fill; everybody else still waitin', now nappin'. I climbed through the fence, nice and easy, and, eased over to a harmonious little spot, just other side and down wind a the bunch; scot down, just ta "hang" and soak up the quiet. Sat there, quite some, just enjoyin' the rumble of the breeze in my ears; the ponies all dozin'. Big Blue, cinnamon dust, sage and rabbit brush, all in bloom, pin~on and boulders, deckin' the long valley halls; nothin' but still and rumble of breeze in my ears. Water forgot, all a doze; it was quite a while we sat. Then Big woke up and sat up; lickin' his lips and lookin' around, sleepily, all his angels standin' by. Time ta get on with the day. Ah, but what a moment; couldn't see anything wrong.
Have a nice night!
Best, Always
jeune
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