azcowpuncher
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This is out of mike mcfarlands book never walk when you can ride . ole mike is a good ole Arizona cowpuncher good as they come .
Yup ol' Brushy says "accordin to movies and fiction,he's a sheik in a ten gallon hat ! But i have never figured out were these authors of the wild west paper backs , pulp magazines, and movies get their stuff. Why , they got the common people believin that us cowpunchers are as romantic as a bottle of french champagne in the moon light.Ol' Brushy goes on."THe ol' boy the got dooled up in a white hat and shirt they got sittin on the top rail of the corral at the home ranch , pickin the guitar and swoonin the purty widow while the sun goes down and just waitin for the range war to break out, is somewaht different than what i see when i hires on this outfitt ! Them fellers that ride a white horse and can shoot another feller of a black horse at about a quater mile away is plumb different then some of these shootin exibitions put on by some cowpunchers at a butcherin' !
These silver tounge lady killers in movin pictures have sure enough got theirlines put together. Why if they could talk to a cow as smooth as they can talk to a woman they could talk her out of her calf and she wouldnt even bawl ! Not that sure enough cowpunchers aint polite , they are that alright , specially if you think polite is a mute with a silly grin on his mug shiftin from one leg to the other and his rough ole paws rollin the brim up of his brand new hat ( somthin he would kill someone else for doin to his new hat).
"While our hero rides into the valley and leads the widows rag tag bunch of ranch hands into warfare with the wealthy, land greedy cattle baron, the cowpuncher i know is is probly ridin some limber necked bronc down some canyon so rough it would make a moutain goat turn back and leadin a hard tail loaded down with salt.
Both these gents are in a war alright,but ones not as romantic as the other. The old boy in the movies is in a shoot out that lasts anywere from five to ten hours ( they dont ever run out of ammunition) and ends up with our hero in a horse race with the bad guy.Our man finaly overtakes the villan and bull dogs him.They rolls to the bottom of the hill were the durndest fist fight takes place( this lasts for a good ten minnutes). Finaly our man gets winded and decides to pull his six shooter ,partin the bad hombres hair with his colt 45 bringin the range war to an end ! Whn he gets back to the purty little widder lady she is all over him, askin if he is alright huggin and kissin him. Outside of a little dust he knocks off his sombrero, you couldnt have told he has done anything but pick lillys and his guitar all day !
ol' Brusgy stops long enough to catch his air and bite off some more browns mule , then says " like i said ,i dont knwo were them fellers gets their information, cause the ol' boy we left packin salt down the canyon dont match up no way with that gun totin silver staped warrior of the west. Oh our puncher was doin a battle alright , but it wasnt near as romantic. He's all by hisself, outside of his bronc and mule , and goin down this canyon were the rocks and brush are so bad his bronc gets to grabbin hisself and showin the whites of his eyes. everytime they go thru some brush ( and thats pretty often, since a jackrabbitt couldnt turn around here without losin some hair)Mr bronc blows them rollers in his nose and drops his off ear. The cowpuncher knows that it aint long till this cayuse is gonna try and widen the trail.
" People that say mules aint smart aint never been around them and this mule aint no exception. This hard tail has packed salt like an angel for the last two years just waitin for such a moment as this ! Blowin his nose like a wild mustang he tries to go by the bronc on the near side. Course he makes sure the lead rope goes under the tail and he rams the salt thats hung on his off side into the butt of the bronc ! This opens the battle for our cowpuncher , naturaly, his dallys foul and he aint able to get rid of his mule, this battle ground is not as big as the one in the paper back but it gets bigger all the time. The bronc is squeelin and bawlin,and this cowpuncher thinks if he did get bucked off right now, this ol' pony might just eat him right there ! The dallys come loose right before the lead rope wipes the cowboy out of the saddle, but not before the pack turns and scatters the salt, leavoin the pack saddle under the mules belly and a broken britchen ! The first few jumps this outlaw makes the cowboy thinks is easy, but when the mule comes loose, he see's that its just the mule thats been keepin him so close to earth ! Now that this pony dont have to take the mule with him ,he starts for the moon. The next jump the cowboy claims he gets a bloody nose, he dont know weather its from the sudden change in altitude or the branch he tries to tare off a tree with his face as they go by.Either way he starts to get a little dizzy and his head is poppin by now and he's about to go blind. He dont feel like no hero and he is tryin to hold onto anything he can grab, but his grip gets weak,and were he does find somthin to hang onto, it just gets jerked loose again. By this time he is beggin the pony to stop but the hoss aint got no more conscience than the mule and each jump gets a little stouter. By the time this cowpuncher comes loose he is still thinkin clear enough to hang on to his mcarty that he has stuffed in his belt. He hangs on for all he's worth,and the battle ends when he tries to pulverize a boulder with his head , partin his hair right down to his skull. He sees stars for a while , when he comes too, he is all alone, all except 4 salt blocks thats scatterd all over this little flat he is layin in ! He dont remember any open flat in this canyon and thinks maybe he is dreamin, but survein the area, he remembers that its his hoss and mule that clears the brush and boulders all around him !
Its a long walk home for this skinned up cowboy. Both his horse and mule are waitin at the back gate of the horse pasture, and they snort and blow when he walks up but they both take the gate when he swings it open and steps back. When he gets back to camp he aint got no purty widder lady to sew his shirt back up or nurse his wounds. These are things he has got to do for hisself, and as for pitty he gets this from his partner that shares this camp, who says "by god pard your gettin to were you cant ride nothin" !
Yup ol' Brushy says "accordin to movies and fiction,he's a sheik in a ten gallon hat ! But i have never figured out were these authors of the wild west paper backs , pulp magazines, and movies get their stuff. Why , they got the common people believin that us cowpunchers are as romantic as a bottle of french champagne in the moon light.Ol' Brushy goes on."THe ol' boy the got dooled up in a white hat and shirt they got sittin on the top rail of the corral at the home ranch , pickin the guitar and swoonin the purty widow while the sun goes down and just waitin for the range war to break out, is somewaht different than what i see when i hires on this outfitt ! Them fellers that ride a white horse and can shoot another feller of a black horse at about a quater mile away is plumb different then some of these shootin exibitions put on by some cowpunchers at a butcherin' !
These silver tounge lady killers in movin pictures have sure enough got theirlines put together. Why if they could talk to a cow as smooth as they can talk to a woman they could talk her out of her calf and she wouldnt even bawl ! Not that sure enough cowpunchers aint polite , they are that alright , specially if you think polite is a mute with a silly grin on his mug shiftin from one leg to the other and his rough ole paws rollin the brim up of his brand new hat ( somthin he would kill someone else for doin to his new hat).
"While our hero rides into the valley and leads the widows rag tag bunch of ranch hands into warfare with the wealthy, land greedy cattle baron, the cowpuncher i know is is probly ridin some limber necked bronc down some canyon so rough it would make a moutain goat turn back and leadin a hard tail loaded down with salt.
Both these gents are in a war alright,but ones not as romantic as the other. The old boy in the movies is in a shoot out that lasts anywere from five to ten hours ( they dont ever run out of ammunition) and ends up with our hero in a horse race with the bad guy.Our man finaly overtakes the villan and bull dogs him.They rolls to the bottom of the hill were the durndest fist fight takes place( this lasts for a good ten minnutes). Finaly our man gets winded and decides to pull his six shooter ,partin the bad hombres hair with his colt 45 bringin the range war to an end ! Whn he gets back to the purty little widder lady she is all over him, askin if he is alright huggin and kissin him. Outside of a little dust he knocks off his sombrero, you couldnt have told he has done anything but pick lillys and his guitar all day !
ol' Brusgy stops long enough to catch his air and bite off some more browns mule , then says " like i said ,i dont knwo were them fellers gets their information, cause the ol' boy we left packin salt down the canyon dont match up no way with that gun totin silver staped warrior of the west. Oh our puncher was doin a battle alright , but it wasnt near as romantic. He's all by hisself, outside of his bronc and mule , and goin down this canyon were the rocks and brush are so bad his bronc gets to grabbin hisself and showin the whites of his eyes. everytime they go thru some brush ( and thats pretty often, since a jackrabbitt couldnt turn around here without losin some hair)Mr bronc blows them rollers in his nose and drops his off ear. The cowpuncher knows that it aint long till this cayuse is gonna try and widen the trail.
" People that say mules aint smart aint never been around them and this mule aint no exception. This hard tail has packed salt like an angel for the last two years just waitin for such a moment as this ! Blowin his nose like a wild mustang he tries to go by the bronc on the near side. Course he makes sure the lead rope goes under the tail and he rams the salt thats hung on his off side into the butt of the bronc ! This opens the battle for our cowpuncher , naturaly, his dallys foul and he aint able to get rid of his mule, this battle ground is not as big as the one in the paper back but it gets bigger all the time. The bronc is squeelin and bawlin,and this cowpuncher thinks if he did get bucked off right now, this ol' pony might just eat him right there ! The dallys come loose right before the lead rope wipes the cowboy out of the saddle, but not before the pack turns and scatters the salt, leavoin the pack saddle under the mules belly and a broken britchen ! The first few jumps this outlaw makes the cowboy thinks is easy, but when the mule comes loose, he see's that its just the mule thats been keepin him so close to earth ! Now that this pony dont have to take the mule with him ,he starts for the moon. The next jump the cowboy claims he gets a bloody nose, he dont know weather its from the sudden change in altitude or the branch he tries to tare off a tree with his face as they go by.Either way he starts to get a little dizzy and his head is poppin by now and he's about to go blind. He dont feel like no hero and he is tryin to hold onto anything he can grab, but his grip gets weak,and were he does find somthin to hang onto, it just gets jerked loose again. By this time he is beggin the pony to stop but the hoss aint got no more conscience than the mule and each jump gets a little stouter. By the time this cowpuncher comes loose he is still thinkin clear enough to hang on to his mcarty that he has stuffed in his belt. He hangs on for all he's worth,and the battle ends when he tries to pulverize a boulder with his head , partin his hair right down to his skull. He sees stars for a while , when he comes too, he is all alone, all except 4 salt blocks thats scatterd all over this little flat he is layin in ! He dont remember any open flat in this canyon and thinks maybe he is dreamin, but survein the area, he remembers that its his hoss and mule that clears the brush and boulders all around him !
Its a long walk home for this skinned up cowboy. Both his horse and mule are waitin at the back gate of the horse pasture, and they snort and blow when he walks up but they both take the gate when he swings it open and steps back. When he gets back to camp he aint got no purty widder lady to sew his shirt back up or nurse his wounds. These are things he has got to do for hisself, and as for pitty he gets this from his partner that shares this camp, who says "by god pard your gettin to were you cant ride nothin" !