Man my feet are killing me! I have been doing alot of walking lately. I turned Gus out a couple days ago so he could rest up a bit. I know it's rough on him when we have to work everyday, maybe I can buy a couple mares saddle break one and breed the other then alternate.
The steers are looking good, starting to get a good store of fat on them for the winter. Another week or so, and I will take them down into town to sell. Theres only forty head so I should be able to manage on my own. Still it'll be hard working with just one, sure could use a second pair of hands. Bobbi Joe still tries to help bless her heart, but she just doesn't have the legs anymore.
Don't know what I will do when she is gone.
Talked to Miss Eless again. She sure is a sweet lady, pretty too. Brought me some biscuits the other morning. Not as good as grandma's of course, but they sure hit the spot.
I asked her the other week to have Sunday dinner with me. She said yes, but I wonder if she wasn't just being polite. She seems to have a bunch of fella's that seem to fancy her. Can't say as I blame them either, the other day when she brought me the biscuits she looked so pretty, that I thought about kissing her. I didn't of course, but I thought about it. Still I like the way she smiles at me. They almost seem a special gift, a private thing she is sharing only with the person she is looking at.
I saw Miss Erin the other day in the inn. I was talking to Mr. Lowe about my brand and such when she walked in. I waved, but she was in a hurry as she headed straight upstairs. I like the way Miss Erin smiles too. Hers are different then Miss Eless' though, hers are more like a little surprise when they happen. Kinda like the first brave daffodil of the spring, that pops its head up when there are still patches of snow on the ground. Her dimples are cute, I think they suit her more then the troubled look she often carries. I wish she would smile more.
There was a good thunderstorm the other night. I went out in it for a bit to watch the lightening. I love seeing the St. Elmo's fire on the horns of the herd.
Since I got here I have been just exsisting, not living. I need to change that and start carving out a life for myself here. I think I will have a barbeque so I can meet some more people. I think I will do that Sunday night at the Inn.
The steers are looking good, starting to get a good store of fat on them for the winter. Another week or so, and I will take them down into town to sell. Theres only forty head so I should be able to manage on my own. Still it'll be hard working with just one, sure could use a second pair of hands. Bobbi Joe still tries to help bless her heart, but she just doesn't have the legs anymore.
Don't know what I will do when she is gone.
Talked to Miss Eless again. She sure is a sweet lady, pretty too. Brought me some biscuits the other morning. Not as good as grandma's of course, but they sure hit the spot.
I asked her the other week to have Sunday dinner with me. She said yes, but I wonder if she wasn't just being polite. She seems to have a bunch of fella's that seem to fancy her. Can't say as I blame them either, the other day when she brought me the biscuits she looked so pretty, that I thought about kissing her. I didn't of course, but I thought about it. Still I like the way she smiles at me. They almost seem a special gift, a private thing she is sharing only with the person she is looking at.
I saw Miss Erin the other day in the inn. I was talking to Mr. Lowe about my brand and such when she walked in. I waved, but she was in a hurry as she headed straight upstairs. I like the way Miss Erin smiles too. Hers are different then Miss Eless' though, hers are more like a little surprise when they happen. Kinda like the first brave daffodil of the spring, that pops its head up when there are still patches of snow on the ground. Her dimples are cute, I think they suit her more then the troubled look she often carries. I wish she would smile more.
There was a good thunderstorm the other night. I went out in it for a bit to watch the lightening. I love seeing the St. Elmo's fire on the horns of the herd.
Since I got here I have been just exsisting, not living. I need to change that and start carving out a life for myself here. I think I will have a barbeque so I can meet some more people. I think I will do that Sunday night at the Inn.