Columns & Opinions

A local rancher I know was out in the pasture one day with his son and twelve-year-old grandson. By nature they are each accomplished horsemen. At some distance, the grandson had just swung up into the saddle of a partially broken horse. As father and son stood with their elbows on the pickup, here comes horse and rider at a dead run. As his horse flies him by the truck and into parts unknown, the grandson hollers out, “I could use some help here!”