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Transfer of Funds She sat serenly in the front pew, as the preacher rambled on. At her rich husband's funeral, he was gone and she'd carry on. Folks marveled at her composure, they saw she didn't shed a tear. They knew he was taking it with him...

I think Teddy Blue Abbott's book was "Ladder of Rivers."

I am an Army Vet. My service was a long time ago, during an uneasy time when there wasn't any active military action going on, but certainly a possibility.

Proud to report my grandson took third in the ranch bronc riding. I imagine they have a keeper there for the Cherry county fair.

Got some HUmor and satisfaction from your accident Soapweed, which sounds strange. The reason is that that is something I can see myself doing, like ramming the front end of the caking pickup into a balemover when the windshield was iced over. You are quite a bit younger than I am too. OLd...

So sorry. All the words of condolence can do little to take away the pain of such a great loss. Thankfully memories remain.

On july 3d Mary and I are traveling about as far as you can go in south east Nebraska, where I am going to do some cowboy poetry at Brownville's Fourth of JUly celebration, but my heart just isn't in it yet. I made the committment quite awhile back though so will have to do it. Reckon I will get...

A very heartfelt thank you to the Ranchers.net family for the horseshoe cross. It will remain at the head of Josiah's grave. I have long suspected what I now know for sure, you folks are the salt of the earth. Willard

Thanks folks, your kind words help. Tyler is coming home with Joe, escorting his body back. At least he shouldn't have to go back to that hell hole.

I haven't posted much but have been reading you folks posts and I have discovered you are a caring group. I have a sad report. I received news yesterday that my grandson had been killed in Iraq. Along with the grief I have had intense anger. I have long been convinced that there shouldn't be...

I wrote that poem a long time ago, and thanks for the compliments folks.

Sounds of THe Sandhills The drumming hoof beat of horses, coming in to quench their thirst. Playful running, jumping, bucking, in a headlong race to be first The complaining creak of a windmill, awakened by a gentle breeze. The staccato, chain-saw droning of nectar seeking bees. The mournful...

We have good service with Wild Blue. Have to scrape snow off the dish once in awhile, but doesn't bother as much as dish TV. If we have trouble a call to the company will usually take care of it, as they can usually talk us through it.

My nephew roped an antelope out of a fence corner. He tied it with a piggin' string and put it in the pickup box, (don't know what he was planning on doing with it). The antelope kicked loose and bailed out.

WE all need to pay attention to that story.

Serious poetry is always the best poetry.

That poem says an awful lot of what's worth bein' said.

Katrina, Have you been to any wrestling matches lately?

The bottom line is you fellows should know how many points you can get by helping fold the laundry and put it away. Those points can accumulate.

A Column There is a calamity that strikes abject terror into the hearts of cattlemen. People who raise cattle are subjected and conditioned to many adversities, from sickness and death in the herd, to drought, low return for cattle sold and high operating costs. But the most...