He brought a coffeepot from his gear and dipped water from the stream. He was a practical man, and he liked his coffee.”
–Louis L’Amour (The Key-Lock Man)
Pard, can’t get the words out of my mind. Go ahead, the coffee’s on the stove. Those words by that ol’ Wyoming cowpoke LeDoux keep singin’ in my mind, “I can’t ride the broncos anymore…” Yuh remember it? “There’s a lot of parts on me that don’t work no more.” My aches and pains remind me of those days, and my land, let me tell yuh that I even have to hang on to the rockin’ chair. Sometimes it gets to movin’ an’ I’d swear it was tryin’ to throw me.
What’s yuh smilin’ about? Jist you wait, one of these days yu’ll be ridin’ that wooden frame. They’ll probably have to add a seatbelt to keep yuh in that chair. Nah, just kiddin’ with yuh, drink yur coffee. By lookin’ at yuh, I reckon yu’ve got at least fifty or sixty miles left in yuh. At least yur not out runnin’ with the rats. Oh, and speakin’ of rats, remember election time starts next week here in Texas. We sure want to keep home and hearth safe for there’s a push to bring in those fuzzy thinkin’ liberals. Wish we could throw all those ideas in the trash can. Once a people move away from God…well, it’s easier to keep moving thataway.
Ahhhh, that coffee’s good this mornin’. I’m not doin’ any worryin’ over the outcome. The Lord’s in charge anyhow. My mercy, though, ain’t the country goin’ crazy? All kinds of shenanigans happenin’. Need to pray for an awakenin’ like the such that’s happened before in this country. That’s the only way to keep from the Lord’s judgment.
Say, Pard, yuh be doin’ right! The road is still before us, we just don’t move as fast as we used to on it. But those words by LeDoux keep ringin’, “Well a man can’t spend his life in reflection, just thinkin’ about the way things used to be…” Yeehaw, hang on Pard, the Lord is gettin’ ready to ride! Yuh best check yur cinch now.
Vaya con Dios.