Rustling at the Triangle Dot

Lost steersAfter riding all day checking on our steers, Sonny, who is my grandson as well as my ranch hand, and I dismounted, wiped our horses down, aimed for the ranch house, cleaned up, and I, at least, tried to relax.  But here I am pacing around on the porch of our Triangle Dot ranch house instead of resting.  Every so often I slide into the big wicker rocking chair at the end of the porch, but I can’t sit still for more than a moment.  As you can guess, I’m very agitated.&...