THE OLD COWBOY Part Ten
"We'd moved out west, Albuquerque, where ev'rything lay on the side of the
hill. It's either up or down. Ain't much flat ground 'round them parts. That
sagebrush and them rattle snakes nearly
all you'll find 'round that town."
"Yer granny an' me wound up on a little place 'bout ten miles due sound an'
west. I built her a dang find log home out' a some of those oaks down by
"One day I was swingin' away on this tree 'bout ten an' half inches in
diameter an' mostly straight. Just the right kind for a corner post, when
the wind came up and dropped a dead limb down onto this large sprout. The
sprout bent over into me and knocked me into that wooden handle on that saw.
That saw bowed and threw me in the creek."
"Man, that water was cold! That snow still meltin' off them mountains,
bringin' that ice water down. Oh , don't get me wrong, after workin' up a
good sweat, I'd take my hat off and slurp up a bunch of that cool nectar.
Pour some over my head and wash my face some."
"But this was different. If yer granny'd been watchin', she'd been laughn'
her dang fool head off! Why I looked just like one of them retriever dogs,
like Ol' Buck MaRue said he'd seen way back east in the good state of
"Grandpa, ya mean a Golden Retriever?"
"Yes ser, grandboy, I do believe yer right. Well, anyway, I came out'a that
creek soakin' wet, and a bit bruised to find the wind had finished off my
work on that tree. It had twisted and fallen away from the creek, and left
the saw still in the cut. The wind kept blowin', so I went home for the
"Yer granny had me hitch the buggy an' off ta town we went."
"She was lookin' . . .
To Be Continued . . .
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