The posse of young men and women, some sporting belt buckles approximately the size of Texas, slowly and wearily walked in a circular march. Meanwhile their steers, sporting a variety black-and-white blotches, dutifully followed, stirring up an unquenchable scent of saw dust and dirt. When the animals stopped, they usually stared straight ahead or down,…

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