Hanta Yo
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Justice
By JoAnn H. Ward
Arbon, Idaho
"Come help me, Hon
to sort some cows.
I'll meet you at the gate.
I know yer goin' into town,
But this won't make you late."
"You'll have to ride
the brown mare.
Yers has pulled up lame.
I know you two don't get along,
But she'll work just the same."
I swung up and headed out,
She gave a jump or two.
"Don't pull her head
around like that.
No wonder she don't like you."
"Keep yer feet out of her ribs,
And yer weight up off her back.
Ease up on the bit some,
And give her a little slack."
"There's twenty or thirty cows
I want to turn back
out on grass.
I'll run the bunch on past you.
Don't let the heifers past."
He stampedes the herd
right at me.
Their eyes all rimmed in white.
You already know
what happened.
I didn't get it right.
"Let's try it one more time,"
he mutters.
His growl had an ominous ring.
"Let's start with the spotted face one.
I doctored a year a go this spring."
"Not the brockel face, the one
with the spots between her ears.
The way you handle that mare
Could bring a man to tears."
"I just can't understand it,
Why, she's plain to see.
It's the fifth one from the middle.
The one there lookin' at me."
I didn't have the faintest clue
Which critter in the bunch.
But I can tell you, Pardner,
It wasn't cattle I wanted to punch.
All day long we sorted cows.
Not one thing did I do right.
I began to ponder how
One man came to be so bright.
"If I'd done it myself," he said,
"I'd been done hours ago.
There's only one more left.
Why don't you just go."
I took it all quite well.
I didn't scream or shout.
I simply kicked open the gate
And let the whole herd out.
By JoAnn H. Ward
Arbon, Idaho
"Come help me, Hon
to sort some cows.
I'll meet you at the gate.
I know yer goin' into town,
But this won't make you late."
"You'll have to ride
the brown mare.
Yers has pulled up lame.
I know you two don't get along,
But she'll work just the same."
I swung up and headed out,
She gave a jump or two.
"Don't pull her head
around like that.
No wonder she don't like you."
"Keep yer feet out of her ribs,
And yer weight up off her back.
Ease up on the bit some,
And give her a little slack."
"There's twenty or thirty cows
I want to turn back
out on grass.
I'll run the bunch on past you.
Don't let the heifers past."
He stampedes the herd
right at me.
Their eyes all rimmed in white.
You already know
what happened.
I didn't get it right.
"Let's try it one more time,"
he mutters.
His growl had an ominous ring.
"Let's start with the spotted face one.
I doctored a year a go this spring."
"Not the brockel face, the one
with the spots between her ears.
The way you handle that mare
Could bring a man to tears."
"I just can't understand it,
Why, she's plain to see.
It's the fifth one from the middle.
The one there lookin' at me."
I didn't have the faintest clue
Which critter in the bunch.
But I can tell you, Pardner,
It wasn't cattle I wanted to punch.
All day long we sorted cows.
Not one thing did I do right.
I began to ponder how
One man came to be so bright.
"If I'd done it myself," he said,
"I'd been done hours ago.
There's only one more left.
Why don't you just go."
I took it all quite well.
I didn't scream or shout.
I simply kicked open the gate
And let the whole herd out.