The Cherokee turned off the highway and passed under a traditional Texas gate to the ranch. Adam smiled as he read the words on the cross beam. “Needs a Name Ranch. Needs a Name?” Adam said aloud. “What’s with that?”
“Just what it says,” Brendan replied. “I just can’t seem to come up with the right name for the place. Been tryin’ since I bought it. Nothing jumps out at me.”
Adam returned his attention to the scenery. Once on the two track on Brendan’s property his excitement began to rise. Behind the barbed wire fences on either side of the long lane were groups of cattle and clusters of horses. It interested Adam that the animals were all in the same field but they seemed to band together with their own species. It reminded him of the way football teams cliqued with offenses and defens
