Sierra Pete and the Beast

It stood up and the cattle separated in fear as cow punchers ran for their lives. Only Sierra Pete remained in the pen with the ungodly beast.

Soon another cowboy joined him, carrying a rifle and preparing to use it. But he paused, noting Pete’s calmness.

“Whatch’ya plannin’ to do?” the cowboy asked.

“Boss says if its got horns, brand it, carve up the ears and if its got balls, caponera’em — and I’m gonna do jus’ that,” Pete answered as he shook loose the loop of his throwing rope.

The Minotaur had no idea the Hell it was in for.