The Old Cowboy
Author James H. Wilson
September 17, 2002
© Copyright 2002
THE OLD COWBOY Part Twenty Five
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"Then he turned and bucked and snorted an' pawed the ground and' snorted
again. He looked at me an' I looked at him and' waited for the longest second of
my life. Then I turned to get my bearnin's and' in that split second he lunged
for me. I was never so glad as to see that clown jump across my path.
When that bull came towards me I turned to run an' a cowboy rode up an' gave me
a lift out of the middle of the arena to the side. While he was doin' that, a
couple more good cowhands cleared that bull out of out of the arena. When I saw
him go in that pen I breathed a whole lot easier."
"Well Grandpa just how big would you say that bull was?"
"He was one of the biggest I've ever seen. They said he'd stomped a feller
to death the year before. And the year before that when he still had horns, he
used them horns to throw a cowhand over the chutes. The poor fella wound up with
a dent in his head and three broken ribs, and a broken right arm. I'll tell ya
Grandboy the man was never the same after he recovered.
When they told me who he was, I'd known him. I'd ride over to the 'katy' (KYT-
Kathy Young-Terrel ) ranch. The straw boss had me pick up leather goods, and
eggs and some other things we couldn't always get in town. I'd seen that fella
walkin' around in circles, or tryin' to rope a fence post.
The boss said he was the ranch owners son. He told me his doctors had said he'd
be like that the rest of his life. He didn't seem to know where he was, or care
that he was there.
Poor fella. I decided I wouldn't ever ride another bull, as long as I had my
health, as long as I lived. I gained a new respect for the bulls. Even out...
To Be Continued. . .
THE OLD COWBOY Part Twenty Five, Copyright © 2002
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