Alone, standing tall as the fierce winds drove over the plains, moving the clouds like so many weightless specks, he stood, leaning into the gale. But the winds carried more than just the clouds. They carried dust, debris, perdition, peril, change, and choice. But even as the tempest drew near, increasing in violence, the bull stood, firm against the pressure, firm to his tradition. Firm to his spirit and the spirit of his brethren and home.