The Legend of Bass Reeves (2006)
“She was a longhorn with horns a full five feet across. He’d seen horns that size cut men and kill horses, so he waited. She was about to go into labor, what he called getting calf sick, and when she was actually having the calf she couldn’t attack him. Then he would run up, drop a noose around her head and dance back before one of those horns could catch him. The rope was twenty feet long and tied to a four-foot piece of log about five inches in diameter. When the cow tried to run, the log would tangle in the mesquite and rocks and stop her so she could be captured, branded and added to the mister’s herd to sell and make him rich.
The cow moved and he studied her with a knowing eye. She was huge for a cow, with flat sides and many scars from running through brush and fighting other cows.
It would be another half hour, at least, before labor. She wasn’t even hunched yet.
“You take the rope and the log,” the mister had told him. The boy never thought of him as the master, though legally... he was, like all white men who owned slaves.MoreLess
The cow moved and he studied her with a knowing eye. She was huge for a cow, with flat sides and many scars from running through brush and fighting other cows.
It would be another half hour, at least, before labor. She wasn’t even hunched yet.
“You take the rope and the log,” the mister had told him. The boy never thought of him as the master, though legally... he was, like all white men who owned slaves.MoreLess
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