In Greek mythology, Sisyphus was founder and king of Corinth. After cunningly duping the Greek god Hades, he was punished by assignment to roll a great boulder to the top of a hill. Every time Sisyphus, by the greatest of exertion and toil attained the summit, the darn thing rolled back down again (for eternity).
In Gabriel Mills reality, the ranch hand is founder and slave of the Tin Star Ranch. It's a blessed existence, except for the ROCKS.
Limestone is a sedimentary rock composed largely of the mineral calcite. More importantly, it has the breeding characteristics of a rabbit.
For the past lustrum, the humble ranch hand has been bending over, picking up limestone rocks, and depositing them in a receptacle for transport to a growing (Sisyphus) hill on the back side of the Tin Star. Every time it appears that progress is occurring, it rains. "The rain "breeds" more rocks. More rocks means more bending over and transport to the pile (eternally).
I'm not sure how, but undoubtedly I pissed off this Hades character in some past life and limestone is my curse?
Plain and simple ramblin' from an ole country boy concerning personal history, current family events, the Tin Star Ranch, and philosophical BS with no redeeming social value implied or intended.
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