John rode DanO four two hour before he saw the windmill's blades turning in the wind. Slowing DanO down to a trot he approach the waterhole from the South.
John took sudden note of a black form laying on it's side. Kicking DanO's ribs he spurred the horse to a run. fear that his friend alone out here might have been injured or killed by who knows what.
At the sound of approaching hooves Jarred raised his head for a look. "Wow man I thought you were injured or dead as I rode, yeeled a scared John."
The black bull stood up and snorting shook the large head. Moving his forehoove as before he made a mark in the dust. "G E T T I N G A T A N "
John looked at the widely spaced letters, "Getting a tan, stupid your already black as coal what's this tan shit?"
The bull snorted as if laughing at his friend. A pat on his neck from John and they walked to the water trough. John dunked his head into the cool water as the heat was near 90.
"I got the silver buckle last night but had some trouble with it too, said John as Jarred looked on." John pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants to his knees. "Look buddy what I got from the buckle last night, as John pointed to his new male equipment."
Jarred stepped close and got a better view since his bovine vision was not good and a distance.
"I was walking back from your house and had the buckle in my pocket. The night as you know was very dark and the coolness brought on an early dew. Well I was walking alone and made a wish to have a fur coat like yours and pow it grew out all over. Then I forgot myself totally when the ranch foreman drove up and saw me jump the fence."
Jarred cocked his head to listen a little better to his friend's long story.
"I was scared that I'd be found, so ducking down between some cows I tried to hide. The cow took a step and splat I was face first in a cow's fresh pile. The foreman shined his light over the fence. I was so scared, I said something like, I wish I was a bull as Jarred my friend till morning just to hide, and MOOOOOOOO!"
John's face started turning black in skin color and hair sprouted quickly. John tried to speak his fear but more bellows came rather than words. Before he could remove his shirt it began to tear in pieces. The change knew it's pattern and moved much quicker than the night before.
John fell to the ground as his legs rapidly arranged to bovine form. hooves seemed to cover his hands this time as his toes merged like before. Ribs gained quick mass as his internal organ realined. Jarred stood back and watched till he stood face to face with his double.
A part of John's pants hung on his left hind leg and with a shudder his discharged the pants into the creek. The two bulls watched as the silver buckle fell out of the torn pocket and settled to the creek bottom.