Vincent POV
The morning was busy. I was up early as usual to check the bulls that traveled back yesterday.
Everyone needed to be checked for bruising, given a good rub-over, and double-checked; we can never be too careful with our working bulls and cows.
I was working with Grandpa D when we heard a gunshot.
'What the? Where did that come from?' I shouted as I ran out of the stables with Grandpa D.
We ran to the fence and looked over the paddock when another shot rang out.
'That way.' A ranch hand shouted. Pointing to some trees in the distance.
Grandpa's phone rang as we were searching the trees for a sign of the shooter, and he put it on speaker.
My blood ran cold when I heard Roxy's voice; though it sounded stressed, she seemed to be holding it together. When the next shot ra
