Runaway Bull

My uncle Ray sent me out to feed his feisty bull Hoss. I arrived at Hoss’s pasture and he was missing again. It took us three hours to find hind him, he was six miles up the road visiting the Johnsons. The Johnsons had grown rather fond of Hoss and it seemed the feeling was mutual. Uncle Ray decided that it was time to kill the old bull. The next morning we all got up and attached the trailer to the truck, then lowered the ramp for Hoss to walk into the trailer. My…