THE OLD COWBOY Part Three
“It was late afternoon, warm , breezy, just a couple a small clouds out. .
.” (he thinks, rubbing his stubble covered chin) “in the western sky. Tanner
and me’d seen these two calves playin’ when we was bringin’ the herd by this
ravine , an’ off they went. Right up that ravine like they was shot from a
Them critters took off on a flat out dead run. They disappeared so fast, it
left me wonderin’ if I’d seen what I thought I’d seen, but not to wonder
long. No sir, that ‘Tanner’ took off up that draw like a bullet himself.
Like he knew something I didn’t. Like he knew just how the ravine twisted
and turned. We went left. We went right. We jumped right over some of that
He headed up that slope on the right. Nearly straight up , I held on for
‘dear life’. His stride lengthened. He nearly lost me on top that ravine. I
was holdin’ the reigns with my right hand and my hat with my left. He was
jumpin’ over them little washout ruts really fast. So fast, UP... DOWN... I
could 'a been ridin a saddle bronk. I certainly felt like I was goin’ for
‘All Around Cowboy’!
Twenty Two and wonderin’ if I would see Twenty Three. We got about a mile
off, when that ‘ol ‘Tanner’ jumped off the side of the side of that ravine,
(seemed like about thirty feet down), and turned toward the herd and
stopped. . . .
I was catching my breath when them critters come trottin’ out behind some
bushes. Needless to say, I slept real good that night.
Then I remember a couple of nights later . . . . . . . .
To Be Continued . . .
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