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Cowboy Gets Bushwhacked – the Cowboy Saga, part five

I tipped my hat down over my eyes as we rode into the sun dropping lower on the horizon. The trail boss did the same. “We’ll be able to go to church tomorrow morning,” he said. “Is your cousin Cath… Is Miss Elliot going … Continue reading

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Cowboy Gets A Crush – the Cowboy Saga, part four

“She’s pretty, that’s for sure Pete.” There was no one but me and Pete riding out on this side of the herd. “You saw her. I think she smiled at me. Not sure. Could be. What do you think?” I could trust Pete to … Continue reading

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Cowboy and the Preacher Shake Hands – the Cowboy Saga, part three

My hand was cold and clammy and I couldn’t help it but the preacher wanted to shake it anyway. My hand wasn’t the only thing being shook. My whole body had the shakes. I’d never felt so cold in the … Continue reading

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Cold Canyon – the Cowboy Saga, part two

I coughed into the dark frosted air, my nose as stuffed as a Christmas goose. “Maybe we should have taken them up on that invitation to stay, Pete.” Pete didn’t say anything one way or the other. He never did. Just … Continue reading

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Counting Canyons – the Cowboy Saga, part one

“What is this … four?” I asked Pete. Pete wasn’t going to answer me. He never said anything, except maybe a snort when he saw me bringing him a bag of oats. I sang as I counted to myself the … Continue reading

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Cowboy Gets A Crush

“She’s pretty, that’s for sure Pete.” There was no one but me and Pete riding out on this side of the herd. “You saw her. I think she smiled at me. Not sure. Could be. What do you think?” I could trust Pete to … Continue reading

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Cowboy and the Preacher Shake Hands

My hand was cold and clammy and I couldn’t help it but the preacher wanted to shake it anyway. My hand wasn’t the only thing being shook. My whole body had the shakes. I’d never felt so cold in the … Continue reading

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Cold Canyon

[The Cowboy’s story began with Counting Canyons, and continues in this post today.] *** I coughed into the dark frosted air, my nose stuffed up like a Christmas goose. “Maybe we should have taken them up on that invitation to stay, … Continue reading

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Counting Canyons

“What is this … four?” I asked Pete. Pete wasn’t going to answer me. He never said anything, except maybe a snort when he saw me bringing him a bag of oats. I sang as I counted to myself the … Continue reading

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