Home Country
Steve slowly saddled Old Snort, and climbed aboard. Kinda stiff this morning. He pulled his hat down a little lower and pulled the wild rag up to cover his nose and mouth from the morning chill.
How many mornings had he done this over the years?
As Snort trotted out into the meadows and the hills surrounding our valley, he looked with perked ears for cattle. That’s what Snort does for a living.