The Sheep Farmer

Who: Sheep Farmer.
When: 1962.
Where: Southern Tablelands NSW.

It's tough. It really is. Sometimes the stress gets to me. Cobalt shook his head, long ebony mane falling over the left of his neck. He was really nervous. I guess he could feel it in the air. I could hear the sheep, baaing and braying, almost too loud. Cobalt nickered, and stomped his hoof down on the dusty red road. I could see the sheep now, just coming over the rise of the hill. I could faintly hear a yell, and a bullwhip going off. The sheep were near the bottom of the hill now. They were dirty. This certainly wouldn't do for selling, but I could just hang them up to shake later.
I kicked Cobalt in the side, and he started at a trot. Didn't want to spook the sheep, otherwise we'd lose more of them. Cobalts long ebony legs strode towards the sheep with a new found confidence. I guess I should appreciate the fine horse under me. He's a large horse, half thoroughbred, half quarter, so he's perfect for herding jobs. He has long black stockings, running up to his knees. His mane and tail matched his stockings in colour, along with his muzzle. The rest of 'em remained a dark chocolate bay. His eyes though, where what really set him apart from the rest. They were brown. But not a regular brown. They had a spark in them, that looked as if he couldn't be tamed, the spark of life.
I looked away from the bay stallion to focus on the sheep, coming down the hill.
"Hey, Bill!"
I turned to look down at my closest friend, Robert.
"Ey, what is it?" I asked, although I probably shouldn't, since I noticed a large camera in his hand.
Robert looked down, almost shyly. "Can I take a picture of you and the sheep?" He asked.
I couldn't help but smile. He always asked for things from me. No matter how many times I told him, he didn't have to ask, no matter how long we've been friends. I looked at him, and said one simple word.
"Sure". I turned Cobalt around, so his side was facing the camera, and his head was facing towards the paddock.

Robert smiled, and held the camera up.
"Say cheese!"
And there was a bright flash.

"How does the picture look?" I asked Robert.
He looked down at the photograph, then looked at me, and smiled.
"It looks good. It looks good." He said, while holding the picture up. I had to admit, it did look pretty good.