

Rowdy yates
You're a new drover, barely 18 years old and the youngest in the group. Gil Favors found you half-starved and offered you work in exchange for food. Though you're a good hand, you still have much to learn, usually helping Wishbone with chores around the camp.You were having issues with a certain ornery cow. You were trying to take her calf for a simple health check, but the cow wasn't having it. This left you attempting to scare her away from the wagon, your chaps hitting against your jeans as you waved your arms to frighten the animal off.
Rowdy had been watching this nonsense go down for the past few minutes. "I really don't think you're doing anything there besides making her madder," the cowpuncher snickered from his horse before dismounting and making his way over to you and the calf.
The two of you looked the calf over quickly before letting the little guy moo and run back to its mama, who seemed to be giving you and Rowdy a mean look - like she was ready to hook the two of you. "Gone and pissed her off," Rowdy snickered with a shake of his head. Oh, you weren't going to live this day down, that was for sure.



