Black Out

We'd had a long day, and at the end still had to go push some cows through a gate and around the hill because they'd gotten onto the neighbor's piece. I rode my great, big grey mare. She was so tall I had to teach her to pick me up on whatever I could find. A truck bed, trailer fender, rock, hill, gate brace, you name it. It was getting dark and there was no moon. Not even a star twinkled in the black sky. I knew Triston and Tyrell were somewhere nearby, but I couldn't see them. I couldn't even see the cows, just hear their heavy breathing and feel their warm bodies as they passed me. I wasn't even sure if we were going the right way. The only reason I could see my horse's ears was because they were white. We were moving along a fence line next to a county dirt road, rarely traveled but occasionally a car would pass and then I could know for a few seconds where on earth I was. I knew when we made it to the gate because the cows stopped, and I could hear Triston singing somewhere nearby. We got all the girls through the gate, jumped our horses in the trailer, and went back to camp. It was quite a night, though Ty claims he doesn't remember it now.