Die gloriously, cow. Ranchers are coming under increasing fire for their grazing of cattle on public lands. Their public relations are in bad shape. So you'd think it would occur to ranchers that their cows are a public relations problem as well. Cows wandering around heavily traveled roads does not make for motorists loving cows.
Ranchers like to think of themselves as the ultimate free enterprise, independent American types.
Some urbanites have been known to shoot trespassing cows, only to find out that you can shoot trespassing people in the West, but cows cannot trespass. Shoot a trespasser and you might get a medal. At least until enough of the newcomers encounter cows on the road and decide to pass laws eliminating the Open Range privilege. Meanwhile, there are some ranchers who turn their herds loose next to heavily traveled roads, and wait until the nightly toll is taken on their cows, collecting enough money to replace one dead cow with two, and so forth building their herds to spectacular limits, and then retiring to La Jolla after a particularly good season of cownage where their herd is wiped out by drivers reckless enough to think that roads were meant for cars to drive on, not for cows to stand in the middle of contemplating a glorious death in a splintering crash of metal, glass and cowhide.