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46 trail to los cuates it is only a matter of giving the cows a direction turning them north with our horses and by that direction they will know where to go today we are two days in moving slowly with the short winter days toward los cuates we eat breakfast before sunrise my abuelito frying eggs over a wood stove dipping a tortilla into his coffee the co-op thermometer above his door reads 30 below and we know from wind that it is colder than that the yegua has frost on the arch of her back ice forms on her nostrils and down her mane she refuses the bit i have warmed in my hands in the windbreak of a cedar grove we find a calf frozen head motionless between his legs his mother moves him with her nose trying to wake him her udder swelling with milk we move north beneath the snow covered mesas 47 following the herd through the packed snow unable to see past the warm vapor of their breathing and we must trust that they know the way that they will move alone without our urging away from the bugling cow we could not drive from the calf’s side she will sometime today realize that the sun can do her calf no good and she will move alone toward los cuates ...

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