The Old Cowboy
Author James H. Wilson
July 2, 2002
© Copyright 2002
THE OLD COWBOY Part Sixteen
(continued)
"Why I remember this ol' geezor up in Colorado. He'd been a banker and
thought he'd make more money easier watchin' them Longhorn cows munch away on
little blades of grass. He thought he'd sit on the front porch in that rocker
an' smoke them big cigars. He thought a lot.
When word got around 'bout the way he was always a little short on pay, an'
you'd have to haggle a bunch to get it right, he couldn't get a good cowhand to
sign on. When them cows ain't handled right you're gon'na lose 'em to the
weather, the wild, an' strays.
Things got a little to tight comin' out'a winter one year. Yer Grandma was due
again and I couldn't seem to find many horses to break 'cept out on the 'NBR'
(Newton Brown Ranchero). I knew the deal with Ol' Newt. I'd broke a couple, two
years before an' he haggled me then. Anyway, he had a couple pikers, full time
boneheads, ram-rodin' the whole outfit sideways. Now I could cowboy with the
best of 'em an' movin' critters around wern't no chore. No chore at all.
We saddled up at dawn. I had my second cup of java down an' mounted, just restin'
on my laurels, watchin' them two yawn and stretch and pretend to be cowboys. Why
ya should'a seen 'em lass-ou a doggy. The only reason they could, they'd run 'em
'til they was to tired to run, then they'd just drop the rope on 'em. It was a
pit-i-ful sight to any commonly good hand."
Grandpa stood up and took three high loops around his head with his cane and let
it fly out in the yard. when it landed he pulled it and tied it to an imaginary
saddle horn and dismounted from an imaginary horse. When his feet touched the
ground he sat back down. I went out and picked up the cane.
"Grandboy, watch 'em now. He'll twist an' turn an' try to get away, jest
like the one that. . .
To Be Continued. . .
THE OLD COWBOY Part Sixteen, Copyright © 2002
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