Morning found us back on Hwy 84, optimistically heading towards the Lazy T hoping to make it by midafternoon. Traffic was light to moderate, there was a decent grassy shoulder, and weather was beautiful. Stop at T-Town corner station/store for crawfish pie (Yum!) was fun. Sea stayed out with the herd while I stepped in to order food. At the counter the young woman asked with a smile, "So how far y'all come yet today?" It was clear she knew who we were and what we were doing - what a surprise! I was a bit discombobulated (for you non-Westerners, that's "flustered").
By the time we got to the Lazy T Ruth was again starting to stumble. It had not been that long a day. I was a bit concerned. She wasn't lame at all, but felt "ouchy" to me. There were a few folks hanging out talking at the arena when we arrived but nobody seemed to know quite where was a good spot to put the herd up. The place appeared to have been in disuse lately and the only area with grass was full of discarded metal and such. No access to a water trough. We were scheduled to lay up there for the following day and night to give the herd a rest.
Finally a big man with a big heart called his folks just a mile up the road and they offered us thier place instead. Mrs. Bonnie and Mr. Dale Fannin greeted us with quietly gracious hospitality, offering us a back bedroom and telling us to make ourselves at home. We had no inkling of what a gift of grace the loving generosity of the entire Fannin clan was to be for the next week!
With the herd safely grazing in a huge grassy arena a quarter mile away, we took showers and each fell exhausted into sleep.
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