After three days on foot, eating only bark from the trees and drinking muddy water from my chewing tobacco lid, I finally managed to find a sign of the bulls.

I gave their shit a good sniff and knew instantly that I need to find a new job and that they are approximately 12 hours ahead of me.

It’s hard to follow their tracks on this dry ground, but it’s getting easier every hour.

I no longer fear what will happen once I get the rope around their neck. It’s all about getting there and putting an end to this.

They will lose.

I will win.