Coffee Percs

He walked over to the forge where he had a coffeepot.  ‘Grab yourself a cup,’ he implored as he picked up the pot bringing it to a little table he had in the corner.  I didn’t hesitate; I took a cup off the shelf, looked inside to make sure there weren’t any spiders or other bugs and saw that it was clean.  He filled our cups then sat down, and I followed his example.”
              –D.C. Adkisson  (Return From Tincup)

“I’m going back to my good old Texas home, home home…” uh, ‘cuse me Pard, but welcome and good mornin’ to yuh.  I was just enjoyin’ my singin’ an’ didn’t hear yuh approach.  It’s a mite chilly here this mornin’, down in the thirties.  The missus and I are gettin’ things ready to head on back to Texas come the morrow.  We’ve had a grand time up with the family, now time to be headin’ on back.  Don’t yuh be frettin’ none, I’ll have the coffee jug filled up an’ ready to go.  
    My eldest gal, Shauna, has her cupboard filled with some fine coffee:  Folgers 1850, Trailblazer.  I read where it’s a commemorative coffee and it don’t taste bad either.  James Folgers started out with the Gold Rush back in California and opened his company–Folgers back in 1850.  Been staying inside and drinkin’ my fill as bein’ up here in this DC area I don’t want to be walkin’ out ’cause of all the “snakes” slitherin’ ’round.  The place up here is full of them; some folk call it “the Swamp”–it’s full of bureaucrats.
    Say, did yuh check yur cup before fillin’ it this mornin’?  I’ve seen some strange varmints in cups before; once I even saw a mouse fried to a frizzle in a toaster.  That’ll make yuh lick yur lips.  Listen, Pard, I keep my cups clean, but once in a while, over night a guest might decide to visit.  Sure don’t want nothin’ to be taintin’ the coffee.  Same thing is true with what yuh read or see.  Don’t let anythin’ get in the cup that the Holy Spirit is goin’ to want to fill ‘ceptin’ the pure Word of God.  It’s sorta like checkin’ yur cinch; ya’ll want to be careful and observant.
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Oh, Pard, one more thing before we hit the trail–the new novel, Return From Tincup is now available.  Look for it on Amazon.

Coffee Percs

Hunkered down beside the fire, I stirred the coals and got out my cup.  Each of them dug a blackened cup from among his gear and we shared the coffee in my beat-up old pot.  Long ago Pa taught me to share what I had with guests if it was the last I had, although few had done the same for me.”
              –Louis L’Amour  (The First Fast Draw)

Sure been enjoying ourselves up here in northern land.  Of course, Maryland is south of the Mason-Dixon line, but compared to Texas it’s up north.  Nice cool mornin’s, especially of late.
    Don’t dare look at the news; the gizzard will get riled up again with all the craziness that is continuin’.  Folks have lost all the sense the good Lord gave them.  When we lose sight of Him and His ways, all sorts of confusion and stupidity follows.
    They, the bureaucrats, brats, and media, are onto the poor cows and cattlemen.  That passin’ gas from those cows is destroyin’ the world–get rid of the cows.  My mercy, there’s more gas comin’ out of some of their mouths than from any ol’ cow would every make.  A person walking in certain areas of the country better be wearin’ their boots and watchin’ their step.  Yep, Pard, things just aren’t the same anymore.
    Finish yur cup an’ I’ll tell yuh another one.  They’re tryin’ to get rid of our steaks, next will be our coffee unless it’s a cino of some sort.  Up there in Oregon, I’ve heard that high school students, maybe college, are now given stress-free days.  Yep, if one of those poor twinkies has a rough day they can just take off school.  No wonder they whine and cry when they enter the school of hard knocks.
    Coffee’s sure tastin’ good this mornin’.  Maybe ’cause there’s so much out there that leaves a bitter taste in our mouths.  Hate to say it Pard, but the end is not yet.  I look at all the hatred and wonder just how much longer the Lord will wait, but only the minute and hour is known to Him.  I reckon it won’t be long ‘fore we are drinkin’ some of that heavenly coffee.
    Check that cinch, Pard.  There’s folks out there that’ll steal the hat right off your head.  Ha, most of them don’t have a clue as to what a cinch is.

Coffee Percs

As soon as the coffee was ready we filled our cups.  Then, we took deep swigs and mulled over our current situation.”
              –Tell Cotton (Confessions of a Gunfighter)

Glad yuh could join me, Pard.  Seems like forever since I sat down with yuh over a cup of coffee.  Listen, Pard, there’s strange things happening in the land.  My mercy, the devil is workin’ overtime, and I reckon it’ll get worse.
    There’s so much hate.  Hate like I’ve never seen before.  Why that one Mad Max, no not the movie, the woman, she looks like she has a case of the hydrophoby.  People can be mean, and full of so much hate that it just spews over into what they look like and say.
    More than ever we sure need the Word of God, not only in our hands to read, but in our hearts so that our soul can digest it and we can recall it when the times get tough.  If you look at things out there it is clear to see that there is a famine in the land.  People are starvin’, yet the Word of the Lord is right there for them to eat.  Guess they just don’t want to bother to take the time.  Instead they feed upon the hatred around them, they feed on lies of the world, they fed on amusements and entertainment, which is more of a diet of cotton candy than anything.
    Why, at least when yuh come by my place I have the pot on.  What yuh say, we finish it off?  Yuh be sure to move slow and easy, don’t be makin’ any rash actions, and durin’ yur busy day, don’t forget to check yur cinch.

Coffee Percs

There was a pot of stew and he ate hungrily, then ate from a stack of tortillas.  Then he sat down, looking at the moonlight’s refection on the dark water, listening to the night sounds and drinking coffee.”
              –Louis L’Amour  (The Burning Hills)

Whatcha lookin’ up in the sky for, Pard?  It ain’t gonna rain, though we surely need it.  I don’t reckon yur listenin’ for those heavenly hoofbeats either.  Just waitin’ for me to open the door an’ invite yuh in; well, if that’s all, get yurself in here.  The pot’s on the stove; I’ll get the cups.
    I been ponderin’, and after readin’ what that ol’ hombre L’Amour wrote I’m sure I’m right.  I don’t think, no, I’m positively positive that we don’t thank the Lord enough.  We don’t tell Him that we appreciate all that we have, and how grateful we are for His keepin’ and guidin’ us.  Why, just look at that cup in yur hand.  Be thankful for it, and be thankful that yuh can hold it.  Jist think, it yuh couldn’t hold it, or if yuh didn’t have it, how would yuh be drinkin’ yur coffee?
And there’s another thing–how thankful for yuh for the pot in which it was brewed, and for the coffee itself.  Ahhh, jist yuh take a sip now.
    Now, I know that we don’t have to be sittin’ ’round thankin’ the Lord about every little thing, but sometimes, it might jist do us a world of good if we would.  Remember that ol’ song we sang so much in church, “Count your blessin’s name them one by one…”? Here’s what I’m tellin’ yuh, Pard.  Take time an’ thank the good Lord for all His blessin’s to yuh.  
    We need to be thankin’ and a fightin’… fightin’ the good fight.  Thank the Lord for the opportunity He gave yuh to be fightin’ the fight of faith.  Whooee, now there’s somethin’ to be ponderin’!
    We’ll be headin’ on up to that eastern state of Maryland next week.  Plan on stoppin’ at a roundup in Louisiana if’n things goes as planned.  Now, you take seriously what I was a sayin’.  Thank the Lord that yuh remembered to tighten yur cinch; thank the Lord He put a cinch on that saddle or else yuh would be findin’ yurself layin’ on the ground somewhere.