Proof The Bible Is True

Ranching wasn’t for little kids. Luckily, I wasn’t a kid. I was 19, ready to handle any challenge that came my way. At least that’s what I thought two weeks before I arrived to spend the summer working on my Uncle Charlie’s ranch in southwest Idaho.

Now, as the sun set over miles of open country, I wasn’t so sure.“C’mon, Okie,” I whispered to the horse I was riding through a maze of rim-rocked buttes and lonely valleys. Up ahead, Uncle Charlie sat ramrod straight on his own horse. At times like this he ignored everything I said. When I called his name, he didn’t seem to hear me. We’re lost, I thought. We’ll never get out of here.

I looked around helplessly at the rocks and grass around us, desperate for something that pointed in the direction of the ranch. Even if I did see something familiar I probably wouldn’t know it. I was a greenhorn, pure and simple.

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