Ranch hand, Humanoid

So I work as a ranch hand for a neighbor down the road from my house in a town about 100 miles northeast of Dallas Texas. I would rid my fourweller to the small ranch every day after school to help out and get paid a set salary of 200 dollars a week.

Well I was riding down the county road bundled up because it was a cold November day, and looked to my right to one of the fields and seen about 5 or 6 turkey vultures coming down into the field so I stopped my fourweller and turned around to my house with was about a mile back I went inside at the same time I called my boss (let’s call him Mr. X for privacy,

Mr. X was a tall black man and was 47 at the time) and told him what I saw as I was grabbing my .308 short barrel hunting rifle a few spare 10 round magazines and my over night bag and a few flash lights I loaded them all up on the fourweller and went in and told my stepdad and mom that I may stay over night to watch over the cattle.

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