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So Much Change 

. . .I could remember when Trinity Mills road was a gravel shortcut across cotton patches and sectioned fencerows on the prairie.  At that time, four huge ranches, the Samuel, Rose Meadow, McKemy and Swinging D, surrounded the lands of eighty other large farms--- and my truck could rumble from horizon to horizon without stopping.

...Dusty cowpokes with sweat-stained, straw western hats, threadbare jeans and worn leather chaps had given way to slick-legged, nylon equestrian riding britches and couturier custom-designed shirts.  Instead of rawhide reins and spurs, fashion conscious newcomers with one-acre, boutique-farms were strapping on velvet-covered hardhats and polished English saddles.

..."We've got to make a quick stop at the Rose Meadow Ranch to do a fertility check on a bull... then...."

Sal nodded in agreement, "There's still a ranch in this part of town?"

...Sal read the bold red painting on a metal sign hanging loosely from barbed wire.  It said: WHOA!  TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT.  QUESTIONS WILL BE ASKED LATER.  He seemed worried, "Doc, this Mr. Grey...he knows we're comin'...right?"

...The Brangus bull slowly lumbered his massive body toward the examination catch-pen.  "Real nice...ain't he?" bragged Grady Grey.  Then he looked at me, frowning, "But, Doc...I'm afraid he might be sterile."

..."I'd call him big," remarked Sal, cautiously approaching the chute.  "Gwad...look at the size of that beast."

See Chapter 9 in Country Doc to see how the Brangus bull responded to the fertility testing and what the crusty ol' rancher thought about the new, youthful city doctor, Sal Ward.