A Cowboy named Audismo

There was a cowboy named Audismo who spent his whole life on a saddle and did nothing other than the grazing and exploitation of his cattle. You see, this old dude was a leather-necked fellow, who hardly gave a damn about what you thought. He had to beef up his cattle, take them out on a prarie and let them tear up the natural growth on the land. It was not the cattle that tore up the land any more than it was the act of herding them and robbing every prairie of her hair.

These cowboys worked together and rode hardy horses which were quite obedient to the expectations and demands of the rider.

They'd ride around in the shape of a You, pressing on cattle.
Keeping them inside.
Herding every mooing cow.
Guiding and hollering at each stray steer.
Whistles and clickings and hootings and heyings.

Git along now little dogie!
Git it.
Git!

Let's Go! Go!
Hey! Hey!

Good Girl!
Atta Boy!

That's Right!
Yee-Haw!

The herd is rolling.
The Bell is ringing.
The corral is waiting.

Yippee-ki-yi-yay!
We're getting paid today!

They moved the herd into a tight bunch and had them stop by a tank for a sip of water. The road lay waiting and the miles were long. The afternoon sun was shining in hues of red and purple.

Audismo pointed off into the distance and there was seen a Big Old Truck that was pulling a trailer. The men stepped it up and called 'em off the water and said once again:

Let's Go!
Git along now!

...and the cows moved on.

Fearful.
Misunderstood.
Innocent.

Then suddenly the corral was packed with the cattle all confused.
The Truck was running and the driver was eager to go.

Go! Go!

With his horse tied up and his boots in the dirt. Audismo takes the toothpick from his mouth and places it behind his ear. He then spits a little grit and walks up to collect from the driver.

$90 a head.
Go Ahead!

He winks and smiles, then shakes the drivers hand as he picks up fat a envelope. He places it in his left chest pocket and pats down upon his heart. The cows have run the chute and loaded up in the trailer butt to nose. One by One. One against One. Divided by their own fears and mistunderstandings.

A whirlwind.

The Truck rolls onward.
Next Stop: The Slaughterhouse.
Chop-Chop!

Another week.
Another herd.
Another $$payday$$.