Chapter 4I’d called the Montana Buffalo Preserve, yesterday. I wouldn’t say anything in front of Beau, but I was concerned. The land on the preserve was getting over-grazed and the herd too big. There was talk that they might have to put down some of the older buffs. Ruuf was one of the older buffs. I couldn’t let that happen. I sort of understood his predicament. The land was really too small, and they were surrounded by large tracts of land owned by big corporations that had no interest in sharing.
I had two options, that I could think of. One: I could go public with that knowledge and get PETA, the ASPCA, the Animal Defense League, the US Humane Society, and a few other animal rights groups involved and start a movement to save them. Or two; I could buy a few and bring them down to my
