Cattle down in the Southwest, tough as a mesquite root and twice as stubborn. See, in those parts from the dusty ranges of West Texas clear through to the arid flats of New Mexico and Arizona, a cow don’t just survive, she earns her place every sun baked day. The heat’ll blister your skin, water holes dry up quicker than a banker’s smile, and forage gets as sparse as a good politician. But them cattle, specially them longhorns and rangy crossbreeds, they’ve got grit stitched into their hide. The