‘No lawyers or courts needed

“C’mon, Daisy, you ain’t sick, and ya shore ‘nuff ain’t old, so jest keep movin’.” Dan Durbin urged his beloved dappled gray mare up the gently sloping land and halted near a huge sycamore. Waited in the cold gray dawn for his neighbor to show up for their prearranged meeting. This earlymorning “springtime cowboy conference” had been going on for six years, ever since Earl Jackson bought the…