Drabble 4:

Two men on horses atop a small rise looked down as the herd milled lazily grazing on the scant southern Arizona vegetation. Pedro and Wind slowly circled the herd in the distance.

"Sam, she can just be so...difficult," groused John. "She gets something into her beautiful head and just won't take no for an answer."

Noncommittally, "Yes, Sir."

John continued, "Some might say it's the old Spanish Montoya blood, filled with stubbornness and temper. I love her dearly, but Lord knows she's richly blessed with both."

Sam nodded. "And then again, Sir, some might say that's just being a woman."

~HC~