their shoes, thinking that big ole’ bull is gonna run ‘em down. But he always skids to a stop – nose to nose – with those sweet little girls. Why, I’d trust him to let Jessie ride on his back, if she was a mind to.” Jacob took the remote and turned the sound down on the TV.
“So where does Ms. Trahan come into play?” Isaac knew Jacob could spend hours telling a story if you didn’t aim him in the right direction.
“She came to buy a few straws of War’s semen and she wanted to take a look at him. So I took her over to his pasture, and told her to walk down to the pond where he was standing underneath one of the big oaks. He looked like a king surveying his domain. She was impressed, but decided to get up close and personal with him.”
Isaac started laughing; he could see where this was going. “What did he do, decide to come and meet her and give her a proper escort?”
“Yea, I guess she was expecting him to just stand there like some statue, but he’s polite – he didn’t want to make her walk all that way by herself. Besides, she might be packing a few nuggets for all he knew. He was willing to give her a chance.”
“Lord, what happened next? Are we in jeopardy of a lawsuit?”
Isaac slapped Noah on the back of the head. “Down Donald Trump, this is just a funny story. Nobody’s suing anybody.”
Jacob snorted – “Actually, we’re lucky Ms. Trahan didn’t have a heart attack. She loves to play the rancher’s wife, but she don’t know a hill-a-beans about animals. Anyway, when she saw Red Warrior begin to mosey toward her – she got nervous and turned to come back to the gate. She picked up her pace a little and so did War, after all – he thought they might be playing a game.”
“I just love the way you read this bull’s mind. But, then again, you are the Bull Whisperer of central Texas. When do you think Skye and Jessie are gonna come down? Do you think I ought to go up and check on them?”
“Why don’t you do that, Romeo?” Isaac watched Noah struggle with staying or going – he decided to stay. “Do you want to play the ‘ball’ game with Skye?” He held the buckeyes out to tempt him.”
“Hell no,” Noah groused. “I can’t lie with a straight face like you can.”
“Can I get back to my story?” Jacob patiently waiting, and when they settled down he resumed. “Anyway, when little Ms. Trahan realized that War was moving toward her, she panicked and started to run. Well, War figured if she was running – maybe something was after them both – so he might oughta run too. So the faster she ran, the faster the bull ran and when I heard her screaming, she was tearing across the pasture waving her arms in the air, saying “Save me! Save me!” Jacob was waving his arms mimicking Ms. Trahan and Noah and Isaac were cracking up.
“What happened next, or should I guess?” Isaac could just see War running with that big dick of his swaying in the breeze.
“I wish I had had a camera, it would have won us a million dollars on one of them funny video shows. War never caught up with her, plus he kept looking back over his shoulder to see what booger-man was after him. And by the time Ms. Trahan had reached the safety of the gate – and Lord, in heaven – don’t repeat this at the bar. But she had tinkled on herself, I looked down and there were drops of pee falling in the dirt and running down her leg.” They were all laughing, Jacob hardest of all. “And do you know what War did? He let it fly, too. I guess you could say they scared the piss out of each other.”
“What did you do?” Isaac couldn’t begin to imagine – Jacob had more couth than he did.
“What do you think I did? I pretended not to see a thing.” There was movement on the stairs, so Jacob finished up his tale. “I finally got her to pet him and see that he’s just a big old baby and she bought twenty thousand dollars worth of little swimmers.”
“Here they come,” Noah,