Rim Rock

I was 16 years old and alone on the rim rock, coming home for the yearly family reunion on the Box S called Boxes in the soon to be new state of Colorado. Coming down from the Mogollon Rim, I took the trail to one of the old line cabins. It should have been empty but someone had been there before me. I didn't think anything about it, my dad was always hiring new hands. They came and went as the seasons changed.
I put up my horse and went fishing in the creek, caught me a brace of nice two pound brookies. Back at the cabin, I was held up at the point of a .44 Russian and told I was trespassing/ when the yahoo heard my name, that's when all hell broke loose---