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you are part of these roads collective. I will think of a way to assign shares to everyone and we just work on our little tribe’s mutual survival right now.” Dennis said looking around at the group.
     
    “That’s the spirit! I will do the same on my road. There wont be no big I little u when it comes to eating and protecting around here if everyone makes the effort to pull there own weight. Course mind you it’s my land and my original herd etc so I am THE “Head Cattleman” and what I say goes when it comes to raising and slaughtering them beef cows!’ Jeb said looking about with a ship captain’s stare of warning for any dissenters to his will on his ship.
     
    “That’s fine and ok by me and I bow to your knowledge and experience raising cattle but keep in mind the division of choice cuts of meat or any profits involved are a decision of the shareholders of the association. Voting rights and such need to be worked out and…” Dennis was saying before Jeb started to stomp his foot in protest.
     
    “Hell boy you being too political dag nab it. I said everyone would eat beef and I meant it. You all don’t know the first thing about butchering and you already talking good steaks and profits. Why we going to have to break leg bones to make marrow soup as well as dig out the brains and sweetbreads in the carcass as well as put everything including the cows lips and asshole in a hotdog to feed all the hunger that will be seen around here!” Jebediah huffed as everyone tried to get the picture of what Jeb was going to put in his special “hotdogs or sausages “out of their heads and off their dinner plates.
     
    “Well I for one don’t mind ox tail soup, but I ain`t eating cow lips or a bung hole knowingly if I am supporting the lions share of this communities contribution to paying for something.  Now don’t get me wrong, I see your fairness and points Jeb and I still say rank has its privileges the same as a better buy in or larger contributor to this scheme. We best set some ground rules and reasonable expectations on return of investment before we go soliciting the neighbors.” Dennis said not pleased at the problems he was either anticipating or foresaw trouble with in the future.
     
    “There you go again city boy complicating things. I raise the cows and you be the high muckety muck banker with them … what was it “Bernie Bucks”? Everybody will get some kind of share and everybody will eat. You do your high brow corporate shit and have all the church meetings or ladies porch bean picking sessions you want later to calculate the math. Right now I am going to talk to that muley old Scotsman McFarlane and see what his asking price is before we go any further. Could be he is too expensive, or could be if I convince him all will be lost if he don’t cooperate with me and listen we let him spin in the wind.. Hell he might already have a proposal himself that beats yours for raising his cows.” Jeb said obviously agitated.
     
    Dennis hadn’t expected this much resolve in the old man and was considering his response when Margo chimed in and asked her daddy if he wanted the rest of her drink as she might not want anymore.
     
    This gave Dennis the opportunity to reassert to Jeb that they had themselves an ample supply of the booze and let’s all back off and have another as we reevaluated things.
     
    “Ill take another drink with ya Dennis, didn’t mean to sound so sharp but times a wasting as well as day light. Some other cattleman probably got the same notion you do and might just be beating a path over to the feedlot with his or her own proposition... Why don’t I just go with what we got and see which way the wind is going to blow?” Jeb said thanking Charlene for another drink.
     
    “Can I top yours off Margo?’ Suzy asked sweetly trying to help Dennis diffuse the situation.
     
    “I guess you can now Ms Suzy, I thought we were going to talk to the neighbors but it seems them two