Narrative-Sacrifice

It was 5:30 am. Justin, Blake, and I were catching horses to go to work. It was supposed to be an easy day of it too. Us 3 went to the pasture we were supposed to be geathering. We unloaded our horses and got on them. We trotted of into the the most brushey, tree coverd, canyon filled, pasture on the whole ranch.
It took us 2 hours of walking to geather them into a near by wheat field. Justin and i counted them while Blake pushed them so we could count them along the fence. We got our count which was 308. We loaded up and went to the next pasture.
This pasture was not a brushy but just as rough. We geatherd them, pushed them down the fence, and counted them. We got our count of 195 head of 550 pound yearlings. Justin (the boss) said we need to doctor 2 of them. So Blake went running after one, and i went, slowly sorting the other out of the heard, and roped the other. Blake caught his pretty fast, then Justin went and heeled it.
After i caught him i stopped my horse really hard, which made the yearling do a back flip and lad on his head. The yearling laid the for a while like he was out of breath, so i got of with my horse holding the rope tight so the yearling wouldn't get up and run off. I got down there and tied him down so he couldn't move. I walked back to my horse, got on, walked him forword, leaned down, and took the rope off the yearlings head.
I sat there waiting for Justin to get there with the medicin to doctor him. Justin came trotting over to give him the shot he needed. When he doctored him and let him up, he didn't get him. Justin looked at him and said i broke his neck when i ripped him over back words. That was one of the coolest days i have ever experienced in a long