The kids, dad, Kris and I were near the front of a long line of dairy steers behind the Coliseum. We had to get them weighed in before competitions began. Kris was there representing the parental consent element of the process. Dad and I were there to ride herd on both kids and steers.
I was praying for a quick processing through. I really needed to get to station and buckle down to work on the whole JD Roberts/Sterling Moon nightmare. I was down to one detective and, though Shane Harding was good, he couldn’t do everything.
Beth’s steer Hunter went into the chute to tip the scales first. He weighed in at 1,241 lbs. Beth was all smiles as she walked him out of the chute. I could see the wheels turning as she calculated sale dollars in her head. She stood by while Cole put Big Boy on the
