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The Old Cowboy
Author James H. Wilson
August 15, 2002
© Copyright 2002
THE OLD COWBOY Part Twenty One
(continued)
Tomorrow morning came when mom was shaking my shoulder saying, "hey sleepy
head, time to get up."
"O.K. mom, I must have been dreaming about standing on one of Grandpa's
mountains. I was sitting on ol' Tanner and looking down on a herd of
cattle."
"Well it's eight 'o five and I just wanted to make sure you are alright.
Come on to breakfast, I'll warm the gravy for your biscuit."
"O.K. mom, I'll be right there." I wanted to get back to Grandpa and
tell him all about downtown.
Boy, mom makes some really good biscuits and gravy, a couple slices of bacon,
and yum, yum, yum. The sun felt warm and steamy this morning, must be 'cause it
rained last night. I looked down the drive to see if I could see Grandpa, and
sure enough he was out on that porch standing with one foot on the rocker and
maybe looking at a bird in the tree next door.
"Well there ya are Grandboy, how was yer big adventure?"
"We drove...." I told Grandpa all about it, even that fancy banana
split.
"Well young'n sounds like ya had a mighty good time. Ah that mother of
yours has always liked a little adventure.
When she was about yer age... As I recollect, we'd moved up near the foothills a
long ways out 'a town. I goes off ta work and when I come back home the house
was all excited. Seems they'd been hearnin' explosions all day long."
"Explosions?"
"Like a gunshot, only a lot louder. Well it seems we'd moved in next to a
mine. The mine was about a mile away, so I promised the kids we'd go have a look
on my day off.
We got the chores done pronto, and off we went. We hiked on over a couple of
hills and there it was. You could see they'd been diggin' a very long time by
the size of that mound of dirt they had piled up. Of course there was a guard,
they didn't want anyone inside that wasn't workin' there.
I was askin' the guard 'bout the mine, what it's like, and what kind of mine it
was. When I got ready to go someone was missin'! Your mother had..."
To Be Continued. . .
THE OLD COWBOY Part Twenty One, Copyright © 2002
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