Stoker's Farm was renowned for having one of the largest acreage in the area along with a large herd of cattle. It was also known for its main cowboy, John Wyatt, who kept an eye on the herd and controlled others around him like a drill sergeant in the military. He was not someone that Nafud or Harrow liked to be around much less help, but with so many cattle having stampeded through the fencing and now were scattered out on the road, they had to help.

"Well I was wanting to get in some roping practice today," said Nafud with a little laugh as he urged his pinto along.

"Yeah well I would have just as easily gone for a nice relaxing rest on the porch with a cold glass of lemonade watching over our ranch, not out here doing this," Harrow replied in a rather grumpy tone. Nafud just smiled. "It's okay. We can still do that. Just after we do this."

Harrow focused on something down the road. "Oh, there's some people up ahead. I hope they can hear the cattle behind them and have enough smarts not to run away. These are just white-faced cows, but still."