Angelia knows where I live and there are hundreds of square miles of space and open range. The locals all try to watch, but it is impossible.
The ranchers association hires a pilot to patrol and check on the herds.
There still is rustling going on all the time. Small time where some one kills a cow and big time where they round them up and take them away in a semi-truck.
As everyones belt gets a little tighter the small timers always increase, such as now.
Regards, Ninja
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