Out Our Way: I carry a rope - Isaiah 41:13-14

Out our way, Charlie and I always rode with a rope, and although I am a terrible roper, I was awful glad I had it with me one day when we were checking fence on a friend's property.

The area was up in the hills, and there were lots of trees and thickets, unlike the wide open hills and prairies we usually worked on Tiger Ridge. The cattle had been pushed out that fall, and Charlie and I were just checking fence before they were moved back into the upper pasture for the summer. The area was much smaller than our normal haunts, but the numerous trees and thorn thickets that filled much of the upp...