By the first few rays of morning light Night felt like he had not really slept, something had troubled his mind slightly and should have put him off attempting to move that bull but it didn't and being stubborn might bring about his downfall. Entering the yard with the large stock whip in his right hand he made his way carefully towards the north western corner opening the large gates as he did so, trying to get the bull back towards it he was soon faced with the dilemma of trying to climb the nearby tree or outrunning the bull. Neither option would achieve what he had set out to do, corner of his eye he spotted his mare making a beeline for the bull which had sitting up a little more, disinterested in him now he made his move quickly throwing the large tether rope around its neck and dragging it through the open gates. Shutting them he took a few deep breaths before collapsing back at the base of the tree.