THE OLD COWBOY Part Eight
"It was that way I met yer grandma. The sun was shinin', a breeze was blowin', spring was in full bloom. I wern't doin' much, not much at all that fine spring morn', as I recall, . . ."
Some would'a called it spring fever. I don't know 'bout that, I just remember I was feelin' lazy. It'd been cool ov'r night and the sun was shinin', an' warmin' up all 'round me. Ya know I was just mindin' my own biz'ness, ridin' alone , down by the lake, watchin' the fish jump."
"Ya know, just mozyin' along when she came ridin' past me, out'a control. At first I thought she was going to a fire. So I got Ol' 'Tanner' 'up-in-the-air' an' caught up with her. She was pullin' back on them reins, but that Tennessee stud was bigger than her. She couldn't stop em' or slow'em down. She could turn 'em, but only to follow the trail. I tried to get close an' grab the reins. Ev'rytime I tried he'd head for the trees off the trail, so we just had to get 'em in an open field."
"The field came up just past the creek. I grabbed that left rein an' tied it to my saddle horn, an' slowed to a stop." I could see a gleam in Grandpa's eyes I hadn't seen before."
"Grandboy, yer grandma was the best lookin' gal I'd ever seen. She'd just moved from St. Louis. Her pa'd just bought the general store, an' she was just out for the ride."
"Grandpa made a motion over his head. "The wind came up an' blew her hair.....
To Be Continued . . .
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