The Angus herd continued to parade into the cattle pens at the stockyard. Jared moving with his conquests' entered one of the large pens. The animal handlers closed the gates and started a count of cows and steers.
"Hey John, called Mr. Thomas we have a finished count."
"OK lets see what we have, my dad wants to know how the herd is growing. Ahh Mr. Thomas, I see here we have and Angus bull in the herd."
"Yup, but I don't have any idea where he came from, we might have missed him in last months tally."
"Oh, Mr. Thomas have you seen Jared, I wanted to talk about going fishing next Tuesday."
"Haven't seen him this morning, he must have left early, his room was a mess and the Mrs. is upset."
"Hey Boss, John, a handler called, we have that bull. I put him in shute 22."
Mr. Thomas and John walked to shute 22. "My he is a fine speciman, be a shame to casterate him, said John. I think we will keep him in a box stall in barn #6. I'll talk with dad, maybe we can offer him for breeding at other farms and pickup a profit."
"Now your thinking like a rancher, said Mr. Thomas, I'll have the Vet take a look at him and then brand him, myself."
Jared in no position to move was rather disturbed about being sent to other farms as a breeder bull. He was not looking forward to the Vet sticking him with needles, but mostly he didn't want his own father to hot brand him as property of the Killingsworth Farms.
As Jared walked with the herd he had decided to ubstain from having sex with cows. His thoughts were, his bovine self got stronger and his boyish mind weaker every cow he mounted.
The young bull was walked to barn 6, and locked into a box stall about 16x20. No windows, of fans, no air movement only the stinch of cow manure and urine. Jared's tail was very busy as the boy was being driven madd by large horse flies. Jared' having been less choosie in what all entered his mouth and went through his guts was not enjoying the liquid shit he dropped.
The night was long locked in his large stall. About mid day of his second day as a bull he watched his own father and two men rope him and the press the hot brand iron to his right thigh. "I always hate that smell, said Mr. Thomas as he walked away from the lowing bull."
Jared was right the Vet came and stuck him six times and then poked him in a testicle for a sperm test.
Jared was realy learning animal care from the ground up, he hoped he could use it next week too.