He busied himself with the coffee, not wanting to discuss, or think about, aging any more.”
–C. Wayne Winkle (Yancy’s Ride)
Coffee’s hot and strong; yur cup’s on the table so sit yurself and I’ll bring the pot. Sure feelin’ much better than last Saturday. Whew, I was feelin’ a mite rough.
I’m sure tired of all the snibblin’, whinin’, and blubberin’. I was just a-thinkin’ the other day, what would happen if Miles Forrest would come upon some of those whiners and snowflakes? He’d surely want to lift that Greener he was always carryin’ an’ give them a good thunk alongside the noggin’. Maybe it would knock some sense in, surely couldn’t knock any out.
Speakin’ about ol’ Miles. I recall the first time I saw the fellow. He was comin’ down off Pawnee Pass and into my camp. I looked him over some and remembered his smile. After that the first thing I noticed as I handed him a cup of coffee were his hands. They were used to hard work. They were scarred up some and after comin’ to know him I knew they were from fights, working with axe and rope; in other words, they had seen some time.
Before turnin’ in that first night, he mentioned that he knew of a top-hand who had used a whip a few times and had scars on his hands as well, so he reckoned he was in good company. Then he smiled, and winked sayin’ that this Man was always around camp somewhere and with him on the trail. If yuh don’t know Him, you should be a-meetin’ Him. I nodded at Miles and said that the Lord was a good Friend of mine.
Yep, ol’ Miles was one to ride the river with. He was always doin’ what needed to be done, most of the time doin’ more. Just like the good Lord does. He’s always around the camp, always along the trail, doin’ what needs to be done an’ more.
My goodness, didn’t mean to get all nostalgic on yuh. Let’s finish the pot so you can be gettin’ on down the trail for yur daily duties. Hope to be seein’ yuh next week. You be careful with all those moronic people out there and don’t do somethin’ stupid like forgettin’ to check yur cinch.