Hurts and comforts on the (other-world) range. Them wandering calves are the worst. On the rocky terrain past Gilard, the calves eager to hunt for themselves slip away from the herd during a cattle drive and set the old cows screaming. Riding ponies into hills don’t just risks falls; it gives a calf a chance … Continue reading Fiction | Wrangling Them Vampire Cows
Shadow Fals 