The Bull and the Backpacker

Some time back, my father and I herded a small bunch of cows onto the steep side of a mountain behind the small town of Chloride, Arizona. In the bunch were a gray maverick bull and a striped cow that for several years had eluded our attempts to brand them. That day, we were determined they would wear an iron on their hide one way or another. Dad was on one side of ’em and I was on the opposite. While we contemplated how best to tackle this deal, they made the decision for us. The bull bla