The ground was torn up as in the hoeing, where their hoofs clung for a footing under the pressure.

First they pushed, head to head, nose near the ground, red eyes looking into red eyes.

The heifers stood in a cluster watching.
It was a still battle.

They saved their breath, and as they breathed the dust flew.

For many minutes they pushed, swaying, one losing ground for a time, then gaining it back.