A big bull trotted past
the trotting calf -- two speeds. He was a mole colored bull with
a silver belly stripe and snowy underhang or dewlap of fur; his
antlers were high. He was limber power itself. His body flowed
along. One sensed the reserve and depth of strength, the lightness
and pleasure in control and in working far inside his strength.
--
LOIS CRISLER
