A round thousand gallon water trough gave a good well needed bath. After rubbing his whole body with cool water he climbed out and slipped into humanity again. "I got to get out on the East range and get that silver buckle, he thought!"
Sneaking around as when he used' to play cowboys and indians he worked his way to the foreman's truck. Soon he felt relief as he sped down the dusty trail to the creek he loved to fish.
Two hours of thirty five miles per hour on rough trail and he finally stopped at the sight. Walking along the bank he tried to spot the silver object on the creek bottom. At long last he decided the best thing to do was take off his clothes and jump in.
The creek bottom was four and six feet down. The crisp and clear spring fed water was easy to see in as he swam. Never had he noticed the many grasses and weed that were just below the surface. Coming up for air he breathed deep and felt something different.
Looking down his testicles had shrunk back to human size as his bull sheath and cock were once again the human parts he had known. "Maybe the cold water had a help in returning him to humanity, he could not tell but was relieved."
OUCH, John stepped on a sharp object and reaching down brought up a bright silver magic buckle. Climbing out of the creek he looked again at the silver buckle. "I need a good private place to keep this less I or jarred spend our life mounting cows!"
The foreman's truck was always filled with all kinds of things. John poked threw the mess in the glove box till he found a twenty inch piece of leather strap. Hooking the strap thru the buckle's belt loop on the back he tired a knot in the strap. Hanging it around his neck he doned his shirt and headed back for the main farm.
As he drove the well remembered trail he though of asking where the other Angus bull went and then go and visit his friend Jarred. By now Jarred had been a bull for five days and soon would become human again if the spell was working normally.