The Bar NT was one folks in the area recognized. The small line over the letters NT had been his grandfather’s idea—a casual way of putting the Barnett name on each head. For Robert’s cattle they had added a small pigtail onto the T. It wasn’t much, but it definitely distinguished between his head and those belonging to his father. “Looks like you’ve got a good increase, son,” his father said as they turned the last of the cattle out to pasture. “I’m pleased,” Robert said. “How about you? You gonna get that Angus bull out there breeding right away?” “That’s the plan. Of course our biggest task is going to be working with the other ranchers to get fencing up.” “If Mr. Terry were still alive, he’d tell you it was all a lot of bother for no good reason,” Robert said, remembering their former neighbor. His father had bought the Terry ranch when Ted had passed away.
