Tuesday, October 9, 2012

"Hang 'Em High"



In Sunday's paper there was an article titled, "Hang'em High?" It talks about the modern-day cattle rustlers and the techniques they use: portable corrals, trucks, trailers, and occasionally, highly trained dogs. There is also another technique I write about in my second novel, "Embraced by Love." However, a few years back, we witnessed another type of cattle rustler, right in front of our hous
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One night, I woke at about 1 a.m. and Bruce wasn't in bed. He wasn't in the bathroom. So, I slid into my slippers in fear maybe he was sleepwalking somewhere (he never did that, but my imagination did). He was sitting in a dining room chair with the window blind pulled wide open and watching a weird scene unfolding. Police had stopped a pick-up truck that was dragging a dead steer on a rope behind his truck. He had started his rustling with two steers, but the rope had apparently broken while he was towing the two steers on Hwy 89/91. He was alone in his truck, and had told the police the rancher gave him permission to take the two steers. He was drunker than a skunk. Police searched his truck and found numerous weapons from handguns to rifles. When the sun rose, the truck was gone, the police were gone, and there was just a dog on the side of the road licking up blood residue from the steer. Folks, we still live in the real wild west, right here in our little community in Utah.

One night, I woke at about 1 a.m. and Bruce wasn't in bed. He wasn't in the bathroom. So, I slid into my slippers in fear maybe he was sleepwalking somewhere (he never did that, but my imagination did). He was sitting in a dining room chair with the window blind pulled wide open and watching a weird scene unfolding. Police had stopped a pick-up truck that was dragging a dead steer on a rope behind his truck. He had started his rustling with two steers, but the rope had apparently broken while he was towing the two steers on Hwy 89/91. He was alone in his truck, and had told the police the rancher gave him permission to take the two steers. He was drunker than a skunk. Police searched his truck and found numerous weapons from handguns to rifles. When the sun rose, the truck was gone, the police were gone, and there was just a dog on the side of the road licking up blood residue from the steer. Folks, we still live in the real wild west, right here in our little community in Utah.


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