He rode the fences on his ranch searching or any irregularities in the strength of the barbed wiring. He looked across the plains occasionally in boredom. The day was like all the others. Nothing ever changed, nothing to report. He let his mind wander.
As he rode something in the distance caught his eye. It caused a stirring of dust as it moved. He stared awhile before he realized it was real and it was moving towards him at full speed. He turned his pony and high-tailed it back to the barns yelling as he got close enough for anyone to hear.
Other workhands stopped to look in the direction he pointed but only long enough to run and get their rifles. Defending their master’s property was high on their list of duties.
The dust bowl came closer very quickly to the dismay of the workers. It became clear to them that this was no horse they had ever seen, in fact it was much louder than any horse. As they hid behind wagons and fences they all knew that this thing was more than they could handle.