After several bowls of the fine Oyster stew, I decide to go check the trap I set. When leaving the houseDelmonico is approching. Hey, Del funny thing a little while back, I swore I seen you and yallar dog fly by here chasing geese. Must have been I ait too much.
Arriving at the area of the trap, down the trail along the Dismall. There lies the sleeping giant, the so called Brother of Trinity. The jars I filled from #9 empty along the way. He fianally passed out. Riding up to Mendicino and pulling the tufts of wool from his ears, I ride out from buckshot range and whistle. The big horse leads the rest back to the ranch. Smelling sheep off to the west, I decide to continue on, and finish the radication of the "woolies"