Animals -- Fiction; Idaho -- Fiction; Shepherds -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
Hugh was considerably puzzled. He was not a sheepman, but for the simple
reason that there were no other yearling rams in the flock he believed
that most of the previous season’s crop of male lambs had been sold as
wethers to the markets. The mature lambs were obviously kept apart until
the breeding season in late fall or winter. Some exception had thus been
made in the case of Spot. And Hugh found himself watching the sturdy
sheep with a singular interest.
In the first place the animal lacked the uniform color of the other
sheep. His basic color was neither white nor black, but a decided dark
brown with white at the backs of the legs and the rump. This variation
of color immediately won him his name. He was the only sheep in the
flock with horns, and in some vague way the man realized that the
outline of his figure was entirely different from that of the ewes.
Although he was massively and boldly built, there was an actual grace
about his motions not to be seen in the ewes. His form looked lean and
hard, for all its massive development, and he stood several good inches
above the tallest ewe in the flock. Hugh found it hard to believe,
however, that he was some imported, high-bred yearling ram that would
later be used to help build up the standard of the flock. In spite of
his exceptional height and strength, his trim body probably weighed less
than some of the fat ewes, his wool was not unusual, and certainly one
of his rugged, agile form would not yield tender mutton. The man found
it increasingly difficult to explain his presence in the flock.
Hugh tried to head him off, only to find that he was surprisingly quick
on his feet. Only because his flock were unable to follow him and the
young ram whipped back to join them was Hugh able to round him up at
all. And when he darted off in a half-circle the whole band came
pell-mell after him as if, young as he was, they were afraid to trust
themselves without his guidance.
The longer Hugh looked at him, the more he was marked from all the other
sheep in the flock. Of course it was possible that the mere fact that he
was a male of the species was enough thus to distinguish him; yet
ignorant though he was of the ways of sheep, Hugh found this explanation
insufficient. In the first place Spot was just a yearling and evidently
not yet mature. He could not imagine some of those strong-minded old
ewes trusting their lives and fortunes to any ordinary immature ram. But
this creature had a carriage not to be seen in the others, seemingly a
spirit and pride and self-reliance that didn’t quite fit in with the
nature of domestic sheep. His very stride revealed a bold, fearless,
domineering disposition.
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