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Across the Fence: Before Barbed Wire
October 16, 2014 M. Timothy Nolting   

Logging Bois d’arc, Osage orange, trees. (Circa 1900)

Dad sat comfortably on the one legged milk stool, his capped head pressed firmly into the flank of ‘Little Red’ as he massaged the old cow’s udder. Then placing a galvanized bucket between his knees, he wrapped his fingers around her teats and began the rhythmic squeeze and pull that brought down the milk. The stream of milk against the bucket’s side drummed like the sound of a steady rain on a tin roof and brought the barn cats running. I stood ...

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