“This storm is coming fast,” one of my guys calls as hops in the truck.

“I know. That’s why I got out here as fast as I could.” I think about Julie sleeping in our bed, and I work faster to try and get to her.

“I think that’s the last one,” another one says, jumping in the back.

Some of the cattle got out earlier, and we were rounding them up before the storm came in. I got an alert about a flash flood and thunderstorms getting closer, and I didn’t want to take the chance. Once we got out here, I’m glad we didn’t ignore it. The sky...