art’s back muscles contracted against his shirt that was damp with sweat. He had been herding cattle with his dog, samson, in the sun. He knew he was bound to get sunburned with the way he was working himself to the bone.

he slammed the fence shut with a sigh, wiping off a bead of sweat from his forehead. just when he was about to head inside for a shower, art heard commotion near his ranch.