Latigo
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:Sleeping: Well, anyway..........
It was a hot day, and the old rancher was repairing his fence line at the back end of the place. He stopped for a drink of water and noticed a small dust cloud out across the barren lease land. He resumed working the fence and occasionally looked up and noted that the dust cloud was getting closer.
Within another hour it became apparent that the cloud was a little group comprised an old horse carrying an Indian followed by a tired looking dog and one bedraggled sheep, and a sorry looking lot the were. The old rancher needed a break, so he motioned to the Indian and hollered... "Hey! Over here!"
The Indian gave him a sidelong glance but continued his journey toward the north.
"Hey! Injun! Come over here!" The little band came to a halt and the Indian looked at the rancher with resignation, but kneed his old horse toward the fence and the rancher.
Now this rancher fancied himself an amateur ventroloqist, and in is meager spare time he did practice. "Hi Injun. It sure is hot. Where you comin' from?" The Indian sat stoicly in the saddle and spoke not a word.
"Where you headed for? Do you want a drink of water?" Not a word did the old Indian utter and watched the rancher through hooded eyes. "Well," sez the rancher, "Do you mind if I talk to your dog then?"
The indian shifted his eyes to the dog and back to the rancher, but spoke not a word.
"Hello, dog! How are you?" ... sez the dog, "Well, I've been dodging road apples all morning, I'm sure tired and I could use a drink of water. Its hot, I'm hungry and I'm beat!"
The Indian's eyebrows shot straight up, but he spoke not a word. "Do you mind if I talk to your horse?" The indian glanced down at his horse but remained silent.
"Horse.... how are ya?" sez the horse.... "Well, I'm beat too. I've been haulin' this old indian for miles and I could use a drink and a rest. I'm getting saddle sores and I haven't been brushed in months".
The Indian's eyes are wide open in astonishment looking back and forth between the rancher and the horse.
"Say, do you mind if I talk to your sheep?" The Indian shifts his eyes quickly between the rancher and the sheep and said..... "No talk to sheep! Sheep lie!"
It was a hot day, and the old rancher was repairing his fence line at the back end of the place. He stopped for a drink of water and noticed a small dust cloud out across the barren lease land. He resumed working the fence and occasionally looked up and noted that the dust cloud was getting closer.
Within another hour it became apparent that the cloud was a little group comprised an old horse carrying an Indian followed by a tired looking dog and one bedraggled sheep, and a sorry looking lot the were. The old rancher needed a break, so he motioned to the Indian and hollered... "Hey! Over here!"
The Indian gave him a sidelong glance but continued his journey toward the north.
"Hey! Injun! Come over here!" The little band came to a halt and the Indian looked at the rancher with resignation, but kneed his old horse toward the fence and the rancher.
Now this rancher fancied himself an amateur ventroloqist, and in is meager spare time he did practice. "Hi Injun. It sure is hot. Where you comin' from?" The Indian sat stoicly in the saddle and spoke not a word.
"Where you headed for? Do you want a drink of water?" Not a word did the old Indian utter and watched the rancher through hooded eyes. "Well," sez the rancher, "Do you mind if I talk to your dog then?"
The indian shifted his eyes to the dog and back to the rancher, but spoke not a word.
"Hello, dog! How are you?" ... sez the dog, "Well, I've been dodging road apples all morning, I'm sure tired and I could use a drink of water. Its hot, I'm hungry and I'm beat!"
The Indian's eyebrows shot straight up, but he spoke not a word. "Do you mind if I talk to your horse?" The indian glanced down at his horse but remained silent.
"Horse.... how are ya?" sez the horse.... "Well, I'm beat too. I've been haulin' this old indian for miles and I could use a drink and a rest. I'm getting saddle sores and I haven't been brushed in months".
The Indian's eyes are wide open in astonishment looking back and forth between the rancher and the horse.
"Say, do you mind if I talk to your sheep?" The Indian shifts his eyes quickly between the rancher and the sheep and said..... "No talk to sheep! Sheep lie!"