Branding Iron
The branding iron hangs in my bunk house now, the fields are overgrown where we sold all the cows. What will we do now I set and wonder? If it wasn't for day work we would surely go under. I thank God for what he's aloud me to do but without cattle it always seems I have nothing to do. Should I move out to Texas or maybe Montana? It wouldn't take much to convince my wife Anna. without money there's not much fun, and without cattle... I'd rather have none.
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