"Stop, hol up thar'!" yells a man with one gravelly sounding voice.
The Cowboy stands ready to slice away your pride and coming joy with one cut.
A man runs toward you and the Cowboy.
"Say Bob, I had a thought, don't geld that stallion! The ranch over in Nebsco County is owned by a real pretty lady, she might like a present of one fine looking stallion like him!" says the man as the strap is released and all stand at ease, including you.
"What's just another horse around here?" asked the Cowboy Bob.
"Oh maybe not much, but I need watering rights on that grange. A nice present like him might win her favor, and then get me those rights in one quick move, see?" asked the older man.
"Reprieved!" you think as with a long rope noosed about your neck.