(Yes, we all have real names... and no, we don't go by them at home. We do actually call each other the nicknames on this blog.)
There's not much here now. A couple of outbuildings, lines of fencing, and ranching artifacts.
As I looked at all the open fields, I wished Sam was there. He'd love it. Plus, it's only a few miles to HITS. Hooray for SHOW TIME!!!
I watched Cabbage wander a short distance, and I wondered what memories flooded his mind. Was it thoughts of working alongside his grandad or his uncle? Drinking beers with his friend Wayne? Picking up the pieces after closing the chapter on a failed marriage... and desperately missing Hammer?
Or, since Cabbage is nothing if not a man's man... Maybe he wasn't flooded with emotion. Maybe he just enjoyed being there, surveying a landscape as familiar to him as his own hands, and feeling the warm fall sun. He's good at living in the moment.
Eventually, it was time to go. We drove back down the drive, and Cabbage got out to close the gate.
Until next time.