Good Riddance

I made my way to the Ranch at noon. It was a clear and beautiful afternoon. Clouds were latched to the ending sky and beaked chorus of birds filled the air. I casted a look out over the large pasture where cows are calmly grazing and caught sight of Bay dressed in a red shirt and a blue jean.

Everything about Bay is appealing to me. I felt an irresistible urge to run up to him and throw my arms around him, to tell him that I wasn’t angry with him anymore, to tell him that I fucking still love him, but I held my emotions in place.

I watched as he started spinning a rope above his head faster and faster… his arms moving back to front, his eyes aiming to throw the rope around a savagery cow’s neck. He puts a hand in his mouth and whistles! Across the meadow, the cow's ear prick up and she immediately trots over.

Remember when I said that Bay wasn’t interested in anything that goes on in the Ranch? Well, this right here is a surprise to me as well because I can’t remember when