(Jon) i'll first read the story the submit

(jon) i want to read first

(G. Scott) We're not them cowboys out of them old western flicks. Nope. We're the to-day cowboys. Cowboys with 4x4 trucks and walky-talkies. Still, it's mostly the same. We got to keep track of the cattle, keep them alive and healthy, track their new calves, and all the million other things we do. But I tell you - you give me a choice between some off-road life-size tonka vehicle and a well-mannered horse for riding the fence line, or rounding up strays, I'll take the horse every time. And here's why: what happens to that tonka when the terrain gets a little tough? They just can't handle much more than a few bumps, and they need a wide path to run down. I tell you what happens, we're on the walky-talkie trying to get a truck with a wench out to us to pull us out, that's what happens.

(G. Scott) Now, let me tell you about a guy who used to work with us out here. The guy was just some normal guy, nothing too special about him. Brown hair, average height, just a guy. His horse, now, was a whole nother story. I don't know where he found this beast, but the thing was huge, like one of those old draft horses you hear about up North. And the beast was mean, too. You look at him wrong and that horse'd take a chunk right out of your shoulder, or clip you on the head. Anyhow, so this guy and his horse are working with us, like I said.