Two rams sit in peace separated by 10 gauge cattle panels. I can see the dents in them from earlier this spring where they butted heads through the fence. Something white hot and stupid has faded from their eyes in the heat of summer, but not forever. No. A smell will return to the air in the lengthening coolity of October nights. They will sniff that air with an upturned lip, turn toward each other, and ram and ram and ram and ram and woe be it to anyone who gets between them. #smallstories