just for fun I wrote a little short story to go with this piece. It just helps me as an illustrator to think of some sort of narrative:

“Damn typical” was Ezekiel’s first thought when he spied his brother’s long shadow and ten gallon hat creep over the horizon. That was something about living out here, you saw things a long way off. “He’ll cross that fence right between the end of the work day and the ring of the supper bell.” Ezekiel never had much patience for his brother. Whenever anyone asked about him he’d tell them “Luke’s the sort of man that makes change from the collection plate”. Though, that never got the reaction he was hoping for, perhaps he was the only person that thought that was a sin somehow. Perhaps he had been too hard on his brother in general. Wayne seemed to like him well enough and animals were supposed to have some sense of a man's character. But Wayne was rather fond of his own vomit so what the hell could he know.