As the big bull came snorting and stomping across the pasture toward his new cow. Mitch spun ranning quickly to the gate, it's latch was simple and she managed to spring it was her powerful tongue. Quickly mitch trotted out the slowly swinging gate, with the big brama in close pursuit. Down the drive way she ran the snorting bellowing bull right behind. At the end of the drive Mitch bolted across the road, as a large truck sped down it. And the it was all squealing brakes, shrieking tires. And a loud crash, the bull bellowed one last time as it and the truck collided. Old Moreno came running down his drive, screaming and shaking his fist. Followed closely by Pete and the other's. The old rancher swore and wrung his hands as he watch the life drain from his great Brama.
"What shall I do...what shall I do?" He moaned as he paced around the dead animal. Turning he looked at Pete quickly. "Have you gelded that new bull yet?"
"I have just put the band on him sir." Pete answered.
"Just now?"
"Yes..yes!"
"Ran and cut it off quickly!" Old Moreno yelled franticly.
"Yes sir!" Pete answered running off instantly.
"Hurry hurry!" Moreno scream. "It's a fine animal...we can't afford to lose him as a breeder.