All night long, a heavy rain hammered against the canvas range tepee, making it tough to get to sleep. By morning, the storm had ended. It had even stayed dry inside the tent.

I pulled on my boots and stepped outside, the scent of wet grass and the aroma of frying bacon floating in the crisp, morning air. As I walked stiffly toward the cook tent, I noticed two cowboys had already saddled up the wrangle horses. They'd soon head out at a trot to gather the remuda.

Several cowboys stood next to the chuck wagon, sipping from tin cups of fresh, black coffee and commenting on the overnight storm.

Another day had started on the Haythorn Land & Cattle Company.

Read the complete story in the November issue of Western Horseman.