Colt parks up the tractor and trailer unit. I’m expecting us to carry on our way, but as he walks toward where I’m making my way back to the cab of the truck, he’s got a thundercloud hanging over his expression. My stomach does a little flip, but not in a good way. This is an oh, shit, what did I do wrong kind of feeling. “Latch the fucking gate properly. If you’re going to be here, you need to be attentive, or there’s going to be hell to pay if you leave a gate open and my cattle escape during the night.”
