You’re a cowpoke riding the range, hoping to round up stolen cattle. The sun blazes, your bandana’s caked with trail dust, and there’s nothing but tumbleweeds for miles. Overhead, vultures circle.
Suddenly, a cow staggers into view. With a big “yee haw!” you lasso it, smack the dust off its rump, and reveal your cow’s brand … but wait. Shoot! This isn’t your cow at all! This one belongs to Lazy Z Ranch, your competitor across the mesa—a sniveling varmint known for grain feeding and spending way too much time at the saloon.