 We were calving heifers in the Palo Duro Breaks. A norther hit that started spitting snow was sticking to the cedars where we rode along the rim, and the valley lay 300 foot below. Then Deacon saw a baldy heifer standing on a ledge. She looked to be about a two-year-old. I don't know if she was stuck there or maybe lost her calf, but she was balding like a banshee in the cold. So Deacon took old Donnie down the little rocky trail, and I watched the horse and rider disappear.