The Old Cowboy
Author James H. Wilson
November 11, 2002
© Copyright 2002
THE OLD COWBOY Part Twenty Seven
(continued)
"After I lost that championship first buckle I met yer Grandma an' I wasn't
a card player anymore."
"What-a-ya mean Grandpa?"
"Well I'd moved back in with yer Great Grandpa after that summer in
Oklahoma. Seems a whole lot more people had moved in to our little valley.
That's how we come about needin' the general store where yer Grandma worked with
yer Great Grand parents.
When she learned I'd gambled that gold buckle away... well ser, she knew I
needed a keeper. It was O.K. with me, I'd fallen in love with that gal. I can't
say that I ever told her so then, but now-a-days I tell her all the time."
"Grandpa, Grandmas not here anymore. Mom says she went to heaven a long
time ago."
"Yes ser, she left me by Gods hand one day...
I'd heard they needed cowhands up near Livingstone, Montana. Well she talked me
into leavin' Amarrillo and headin' up towards Montana. 'Bout two days out, there
were a sign in a cafe, said 'help wanted, if you can't break a horse - don't
apply. Two miles east, three miles north, Double J bar D! I told yer Grandma
Montana could wait another day. She agreed.
Just northeast of Denver 'bout fifty miles near Fort Lupton we'd found this
outfit with a couple million acres. The forman put us up in a real fine home.
It was a barn once upon a time, back when they'd had some milk cows. It was real
drafty an' I knew I'd have to remodel a bit. I talked to the ranch owner and he
agreed. I told him I'd do it a bit a time. He gave me all the supplies I needed
an' a little extra time off when he could. By the time winter set in I had them
old drafts down to where you could carry a candle 'round from room to room
without it blowin' out. It was that winter we lost yer Grandma.
We took the kids out to play in the snow, when she..."
To Be Continued. . .
THE OLD COWBOY Part Twenty Seven, Copyright © 2002
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