The Old Cowboy
Author James H. Wilson
November 23, 2000
© Copyright 2000
THE OLD COWBOY Part Nine
(continued)
"The wind came up an' blew her hair up jest as she was dismountin' that
stud." Grandpa had that far away gleam in his eyes. He made a motion with
both hands, like he was trying to catch something.
"She had the most beau-ti-ful golden hair. I could have held her in my arms
the rest of the day, to comfort the way she was shakin', but she wouldn't have
it, seein' how we'd just met. I helped her get up-right, and she gave me a long
stare."
"She said her 'thank you's' after a few minutes of conversin' 'bout what
spooked the stud. A little breeze blew the hair off her face. That look in her
eyes is what hooked me, then she smiled an' I melted inside. I tell ya Grandboy,
I knew right then I was old enough to take a bride."
"Gee Grandpa, I'll bet you still miss her somethin' awful? Cause you've got
that funny look, like pa gets with ma sometimes."
Grandpa took his cane and held it out straight. I could tell he was pointing at
something, and looking right past me. He started talking again, "Martha,
I'll take two of those cow bells. My dad says they'll help us keep better track
of the herd." He pauses, turns his head to the right so he could hear with
his good left ear. "No. He said if you ask, to tell ya not to worry 'bout
that. We got plenty of leather for straps, but he'd need a couple buckles. An'
Martha, how'd ya like to go to the dance Saturday night?"
He turned to me and said, "Grandboy, she was one-of-a-kind, yer
grandma."
"We'd moved out west . . .
To Be Continued . . .
THE OLD COWBOY Part Nine, Copyright © 2000
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