Having had enough of his grandson’s sitting around the house playing videos, the old man sent the boy to his son-in-law’s cow ranch to work for the summer. Evan thought of it as ‘forced labor.’
Slightly before midnight Evan was awaken and told he had to pull a two-hour shift, watching the cattle. Quickly dressing and downing a cup off strong coffee, Evan grudgingly rode out to relieve the current night guard.
Twenty-minutes later all hell broke loose. Evan’s cellphone dinged, spooking the cattle, stampeding them.
Come sunrise, he could feel the glower of each man seated around the campfire.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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