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When the old ways become new again

The road into the ranch winds for miles through pastures cut by deep draws lined with cedars and chokecherry thickets. As I drive I watched cows and calves in the distance, as well as antelope and mule deer. The hint of green on the sunny slopes of the ridges promised that spring has arrived, despite the continuing drouth over the region.

As I crossed the cattle guard going into the ranch, I watched to the north for the first glimpse of Casey Humble and his team returning to camp. I was early, so I waited in the yard and enjoyed the quiet, which was punctuated by bird songs and the occasional bawl of a cow in the distance. Redwing blackbirds were arguing for territory in the trees along the creek, which threads it’s way along the west side of the corrals and sheds. A handful of cattle were in the corrals and saddle horses that had the morning off were enjoying the sun on the south side of a shed. Everything in the ranch yard was neatly arranged, the corrals sturdy and practical, and the house was the same when I was inside for a moment.

I was relaxing in a lawn chair and working on a drawing when I heard the faint sound of trace chains jingling and the clank of steel eveners and Casey’s voice telling his horses “easy”as they trotted off a ridge and crossed the draw north of the house. I put my things away and grabbed my camera just as the team trotted up out of the draw and into the yard.

The road into the ranch winds for miles through pastures cut by deep draws lined with cedars and chokecherry thickets. As I drive I watched cows and calves in the distance, as well as antelope and mule deer. The hint of green on the sunny slopes of the ridges promised that spring has arrived, despite the continuing drouth over the region.

As I crossed the cattle guard going into the ranch, I watched to the north for the first glimpse of Casey Humble and his team returning to camp. I was early, so I waited in the yard and enjoyed the quiet, which was punctuated by bird songs and the occasional bawl of a cow in the distance. Redwing blackbirds were arguing for territory in the trees along the creek, which threads it’s way along the west side of the corrals and sheds. A handful of cattle were in the corrals and saddle horses that had the morning off were enjoying the sun on the south side of a shed. Everything in the ranch yard was neatly arranged, the corrals sturdy and practical, and the house was the same when I was inside for a moment.

I was relaxing in a lawn chair and working on a drawing when I heard the faint sound of trace chains jingling and the clank of steel eveners and Casey’s voice telling his horses “easy”as they trotted off a ridge and crossed the draw north of the house. I put my things away and grabbed my camera just as the team trotted up out of the draw and into the yard.

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The road into the ranch winds for miles through pastures cut by deep draws lined with cedars and chokecherry thickets. As I drive I watched cows and calves in the distance, as well as antelope and mule deer. The hint of green on the sunny slopes of the ridges promised that spring has arrived, despite the continuing drouth over the region.

As I crossed the cattle guard going into the ranch, I watched to the north for the first glimpse of Casey Humble and his team returning to camp. I was early, so I waited in the yard and enjoyed the quiet, which was punctuated by bird songs and the occasional bawl of a cow in the distance. Redwing blackbirds were arguing for territory in the trees along the creek, which threads it’s way along the west side of the corrals and sheds. A handful of cattle were in the corrals and saddle horses that had the morning off were enjoying the sun on the south side of a shed. Everything in the ranch yard was neatly arranged, the corrals sturdy and practical, and the house was the same when I was inside for a moment.

I was relaxing in a lawn chair and working on a drawing when I heard the faint sound of trace chains jingling and the clank of steel eveners and Casey’s voice telling his horses “easy”as they trotted off a ridge and crossed the draw north of the house. I put my things away and grabbed my camera just as the team trotted up out of the draw and into the yard.

The road into the ranch winds for miles through pastures cut by deep draws lined with cedars and chokecherry thickets. As I drive I watched cows and calves in the distance, as well as antelope and mule deer. The hint of green on the sunny slopes of the ridges promised that spring has arrived, despite the continuing drouth over the region.

As I crossed the cattle guard going into the ranch, I watched to the north for the first glimpse of Casey Humble and his team returning to camp. I was early, so I waited in the yard and enjoyed the quiet, which was punctuated by bird songs and the occasional bawl of a cow in the distance. Redwing blackbirds were arguing for territory in the trees along the creek, which threads it’s way along the west side of the corrals and sheds. A handful of cattle were in the corrals and saddle horses that had the morning off were enjoying the sun on the south side of a shed. Everything in the ranch yard was neatly arranged, the corrals sturdy and practical, and the house was the same when I was inside for a moment.

I was relaxing in a lawn chair and working on a drawing when I heard the faint sound of trace chains jingling and the clank of steel eveners and Casey’s voice telling his horses “easy”as they trotted off a ridge and crossed the draw north of the house. I put my things away and grabbed my camera just as the team trotted up out of the draw and into the yard.

The road into the ranch winds for miles through pastures cut by deep draws lined with cedars and chokecherry thickets. As I drive I watched cows and calves in the distance, as well as antelope and mule deer. The hint of green on the sunny slopes of the ridges promised that spring has arrived, despite the continuing drouth over the region.

As I crossed the cattle guard going into the ranch, I watched to the north for the first glimpse of Casey Humble and his team returning to camp. I was early, so I waited in the yard and enjoyed the quiet, which was punctuated by bird songs and the occasional bawl of a cow in the distance. Redwing blackbirds were arguing for territory in the trees along the creek, which threads it’s way along the west side of the corrals and sheds. A handful of cattle were in the corrals and saddle horses that had the morning off were enjoying the sun on the south side of a shed. Everything in the ranch yard was neatly arranged, the corrals sturdy and practical, and the house was the same when I was inside for a moment.

I was relaxing in a lawn chair and working on a drawing when I heard the faint sound of trace chains jingling and the clank of steel eveners and Casey’s voice telling his horses “easy”as they trotted off a ridge and crossed the draw north of the house. I put my things away and grabbed my camera just as the team trotted up out of the draw and into the yard.

The road into the ranch winds for miles through pastures cut by deep draws lined with cedars and chokecherry thickets. As I drive I watched cows and calves in the distance, as well as antelope and mule deer. The hint of green on the sunny slopes of the ridges promised that spring has arrived, despite the continuing drouth over the region.

As I crossed the cattle guard going into the ranch, I watched to the north for the first glimpse of Casey Humble and his team returning to camp. I was early, so I waited in the yard and enjoyed the quiet, which was punctuated by bird songs and the occasional bawl of a cow in the distance. Redwing blackbirds were arguing for territory in the trees along the creek, which threads it’s way along the west side of the corrals and sheds. A handful of cattle were in the corrals and saddle horses that had the morning off were enjoying the sun on the south side of a shed. Everything in the ranch yard was neatly arranged, the corrals sturdy and practical, and the house was the same when I was inside for a moment.

I was relaxing in a lawn chair and working on a drawing when I heard the faint sound of trace chains jingling and the clank of steel eveners and Casey’s voice telling his horses “easy”as they trotted off a ridge and crossed the draw north of the house. I put my things away and grabbed my camera just as the team trotted up out of the draw and into the yard.

The road into the ranch winds for miles through pastures cut by deep draws lined with cedars and chokecherry thickets. As I drive I watched cows and calves in the distance, as well as antelope and mule deer. The hint of green on the sunny slopes of the ridges promised that spring has arrived, despite the continuing drouth over the region.

As I crossed the cattle guard going into the ranch, I watched to the north for the first glimpse of Casey Humble and his team returning to camp. I was early, so I waited in the yard and enjoyed the quiet, which was punctuated by bird songs and the occasional bawl of a cow in the distance. Redwing blackbirds were arguing for territory in the trees along the creek, which threads it’s way along the west side of the corrals and sheds. A handful of cattle were in the corrals and saddle horses that had the morning off were enjoying the sun on the south side of a shed. Everything in the ranch yard was neatly arranged, the corrals sturdy and practical, and the house was the same when I was inside for a moment.

I was relaxing in a lawn chair and working on a drawing when I heard the faint sound of trace chains jingling and the clank of steel eveners and Casey’s voice telling his horses “easy”as they trotted off a ridge and crossed the draw north of the house. I put my things away and grabbed my camera just as the team trotted up out of the draw and into the yard.

The road into the ranch winds for miles through pastures cut by deep draws lined with cedars and chokecherry thickets. As I drive I watched cows and calves in the distance, as well as antelope and mule deer. The hint of green on the sunny slopes of the ridges promised that spring has arrived, despite the continuing drouth over the region.

As I crossed the cattle guard going into the ranch, I watched to the north for the first glimpse of Casey Humble and his team returning to camp. I was early, so I waited in the yard and enjoyed the quiet, which was punctuated by bird songs and the occasional bawl of a cow in the distance. Redwing blackbirds were arguing for territory in the trees along the creek, which threads it’s way along the west side of the corrals and sheds. A handful of cattle were in the corrals and saddle horses that had the morning off were enjoying the sun on the south side of a shed. Everything in the ranch yard was neatly arranged, the corrals sturdy and practical, and the house was the same when I was inside for a moment.

I was relaxing in a lawn chair and working on a drawing when I heard the faint sound of trace chains jingling and the clank of steel eveners and Casey’s voice telling his horses “easy”as they trotted off a ridge and crossed the draw north of the house. I put my things away and grabbed my camera just as the team trotted up out of the draw and into the yard.

The road into the ranch winds for miles through pastures cut by deep draws lined with cedars and chokecherry thickets. As I drive I watched cows and calves in the distance, as well as antelope and mule deer. The hint of green on the sunny slopes of the ridges promised that spring has arrived, despite the continuing drouth over the region.

As I crossed the cattle guard going into the ranch, I watched to the north for the first glimpse of Casey Humble and his team returning to camp. I was early, so I waited in the yard and enjoyed the quiet, which was punctuated by bird songs and the occasional bawl of a cow in the distance. Redwing blackbirds were arguing for territory in the trees along the creek, which threads it’s way along the west side of the corrals and sheds. A handful of cattle were in the corrals and saddle horses that had the morning off were enjoying the sun on the south side of a shed. Everything in the ranch yard was neatly arranged, the corrals sturdy and practical, and the house was the same when I was inside for a moment.

I was relaxing in a lawn chair and working on a drawing when I heard the faint sound of trace chains jingling and the clank of steel eveners and Casey’s voice telling his horses “easy”as they trotted off a ridge and crossed the draw north of the house. I put my things away and grabbed my camera just as the team trotted up out of the draw and into the yard.

The road into the ranch winds for miles through pastures cut by deep draws lined with cedars and chokecherry thickets. As I drive I watched cows and calves in the distance, as well as antelope and mule deer. The hint of green on the sunny slopes of the ridges promised that spring has arrived, despite the continuing drouth over the region.

As I crossed the cattle guard going into the ranch, I watched to the north for the first glimpse of Casey Humble and his team returning to camp. I was early, so I waited in the yard and enjoyed the quiet, which was punctuated by bird songs and the occasional bawl of a cow in the distance. Redwing blackbirds were arguing for territory in the trees along the creek, which threads it’s way along the west side of the corrals and sheds. A handful of cattle were in the corrals and saddle horses that had the morning off were enjoying the sun on the south side of a shed. Everything in the ranch yard was neatly arranged, the corrals sturdy and practical, and the house was the same when I was inside for a moment.

I was relaxing in a lawn chair and working on a drawing when I heard the faint sound of trace chains jingling and the clank of steel eveners and Casey’s voice telling his horses “easy”as they trotted off a ridge and crossed the draw north of the house. I put my things away and grabbed my camera just as the team trotted up out of the draw and into the yard.

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