Nothing but a glowing bed of coals remained of the ol’ campfire, as our favorite cowboys roasted their s’mores. Stetsons were tipped back as heads were craned toward the black sky, eyes following a pin-prick of light that moved slowly among the stars.

“Is that it?” asked Rimrock, “Is that Biden’s cow-trackin’ satellite?”

“Dunno," “Maybe” and “I have a bad feelin’ about this” were the answers from the nervous circle of cowhands.

The crew had spent the entire day installing electronic AI ear tags, mandated by bureaucrats in the U.S. Department of Agriculture, on each head in the herd.