VOLUME 2: HUNTERS PRIDE
Hunter McFall squinted his hazel eyes at the dust trail on the horizon and shook his head in annoyance. He didnt have time for this. He had 1,500 head of cattle that needed moving to new pasture.
Not that it made this day different from any other day. Cattle need to be rotated to fresh grazing land on a regular basis. The herd had spent the last week down on the flood plain beside the bend of Deer Creek. Today he wanted them moved into the foothills.
But he had Rolly Stevens to head up moving the beeves. Rolly had been with the McFalls since before Hunter ever sat on a horse. And the younger hands listened to the old man, respected him.
And if Hunter was honest with himself, he didnt mind a day off the trail too badly. Except he wasnt looking forward to this appointment.
The dust trail was closer now. Hunter sighed deeply and nudged the bay beneath him, gently shifting his weight to the right.