“So Nabid isn’t dangerous?”
Rowan’s eyes sharpened. “Don’t misunderstand me. He is still a 3,400-pound bull. He can kill a person by accident, never mind intention. Respect him. Never trust him like a pet. But based on what I see here, I don’t think he is malicious or unstable. I think he was mismanaged.”
That evening, Silas received a call from Holden Whitmore.
The voice on the other end was controlled, professional, and strained.
“Mr. Crow, this is Holden Whitmore from Whitmore Champion Genetics.”
“I know who you are.”
“I understand Nabid was delivered to your ranch by mistake.”
“That’s right.”
“I also understand you’ve agreed to house him temporarily. I need to be very clear with you. That bull is extremely dangerous.”
Silas looked through the window. Nabid was standing in the fading light, calm as a stone.
“He’s been here a week,” Silas said. “No incidents.”
This story touched a part of me that has hurt underneath several careers and 65 years of life. I'm 71 now. My family is a long established name there. My memories of ranching, accidents, rodeo stock, flash floods and family loss are different than the way life is lived today. This story is magnificent, thank you for sharing it. And maybe there's hope for some of us humans that just need space and understanding. It's been 40 years since I became a civilian after 11 years as a
U.S. Marine. This story and that bull have more meaning than some will ever know. Thank you once again. Job well done.