The Old Cowboy
Author James H. Wilson
July 4, 2002
© Copyright 2002
THE OLD COWBOY Part Seventeen
(continued)
"He'll twist an' turn an' try to get away, jest like the one that broke my
arm. He was buckin' at the end of that rope, an' gettin' to where he couldn't
breath.
I got to that calf jest as he turned. I was reachin' down for his right front
leg and thought he'd go away from me. Much to my surprise he came my way, caught
me off balance. I was nearly to the ground on my back, when his hind leg crashed
through my right arm jest below my shoulder. I heard the bone snap, and the
pain...
Grandboy it ain't never been the same I had to take the next six weeks off for
healin', and learnin' to do with my left hand. I thanked the good Lord ev'ryday
for your Grandma. She had all her own chores to do, and went out and fed and
cared for our animals.
Yes sir, she were near as tough as they come. She learned to lasso a calf, and
help with brandin'. She just laughed and said 'it's all in the wrist' when I ask
her how the ropin' was goin'."
"Grandpa, if Grandma was ropin' and ridin' in your place, what were you
doing?"
"Well, I learned some 'bout takin' care 'a the house. Your Grandma'd taken
some straw and a straight stick and some pieces of string left from a worn out
lariat, and made herself a broom. I learned 'bout sweepin' floors, and cookin'
and washin' things."
"Grandpa, that's a lot to do with one hand."
"No, not really. My arm were busted up by my shoulder but my hand still
worked just fine as long as I didn't move my arm to much, and the 'Doc' had it
in a cast and a sling and pinned to my shirt. I could wash them dishes and your
mothers older brother would dry 'em and put 'em away. Washin' the clothes was
harder, but me and the kids got it done alright.
Your Grandma were plenty glad to see me all healed up and back to work. Seems
she'd been tellin' the boys...
To Be Continued. . .
THE OLD COWBOY Part Seventeen, Copyright © 2002
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