Zeb locked Chad in a stall with a salt lick, grain, water, and straw.
"See you in the morning, Chad. I'm heading to town to celebrate. Hopefully, you'll be done moo-tating by morning," Zeb said with a laugh. He flicked off the light, leaving Chad alone in the starlit barn. Chad mooed mournfully. He eventually dozed off, only to awaken around 3 am when Zeb's truck pulled up the gravel drive. Chad went back to sleep.
In the morning, Chad felt invigorated. He looked between his legs and was pleased not to see an udder. He was a healthy male bull. Now he decided would be a good time to escape. Zeb would probably be sleeping off his hangover for at least a couple more hours. Chad used his horns to push a couple bales of hay up against the stall door. Then he went to the far end of the stall and charged. He made it up the bales of hay and over the stall door. He skittered along the floor getting used to his hooves, and then headed for the barn door. Zeb's older brother Judah or Jude was coming around the corner leading his horse, when he saw the maverick bull escaping. He hopped on his horse, and pursued Chad, as he ran on the grass alongside the gravel driveway toward the main gate.
Jude loosed his lasso, and snagged Chad's neck causing the maverick bull to roll. He leaped from his horse and quickly had Chad hogtied. He shook his head as he examined the young bull.
"Damn, Zeb, he forgot to brand this steer, let alone band it."
Chad knew what brand meant, and he didn't like that idea, but he wasn't really in a position to resist. Jude lifted the tied and still struggling bull onto his broad shoulders, and carried him back up the gravel road. His horse followed dutifully. He set Chad down outside the barn, and reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy blue rubber band. He grabbed Chad's bull-hood with his gloved hand and jerked until Chad was hard and oozing, then he slipped the elasticator tool around the base of his big bull balls and attached the rubber band. Chad felt a tight pinching at the base of his balls. Chad's eyes went wide, as it suddenly hit that he was being castrated. He started struggling vehemently against his ropes. Jude shook his head and laughed. He was an expert bull handler, and roper, there was no way that this maverick would get free. He sauntered into the barn, and got the electric branding iron, and turned it on. Outside Chad bellowed.
Zeb rolled over in his bed, and pulled the pillow around his ears. He muttered, "Damn, Chad, stop your bellering." Chad? He sat up, and rubbed his throbbing head. By the time Zeb got up and got dressed, Chad's bellowing had become more desperate. Zeb emerged from the house in time to see Jude brand the screaming young bull. Then he saw Zeb pull out his castrating knife. He started to run, and shouted.