Wayne in BC
New member
I want some beer grumbled Ken,
Me....you shoulda said sumpthin before we left town, now we are too far out.
Ken....hmmpf!
40 miles from a one horse town and we finally find the horse ranch i was aiming for on a dead end road that took us 5 miles off the correction line. That couple hours was typical when brother Ken and i lit out together on a mission, usually sounding like......
Ken.... keep er on the road ya dork!
Me.... hey! I taught you to drive!
Ken.... Nah, you just bothered me while i was learnin to do it right, lemme drive!
Me.... No way!
Ken....them two girls in that town, we goin back that way?
Me.....Maybe.......wonder if they like horses?
Ken.....I don't like yours much.
Me......Huh?
Ken.....The brunette.
Me.....The blonde was smiling at ME!
Ken....nope, she was laughing at you!
Me.....azzhole!
The place was well kept and as attractive as a Ranch in the middle of the bald prairie can be. White painted rocks along the driveway, a Caragana hedgerow that was taller than any trees within 50 miles, a couple old cream cans sat by the gate, must have been cream truck day.
The usual heinz 57 mutt came barking with his tail wagging as we pulled in. The corrals held several horses, all clean and groomed, and the buildings were neatly painted. I stepped out, ignoring Ken's warning about the dog, we both knew dogs and he was just jerking my chain.
A lady strolled out from the barn to meet me and said......dog likes you huh? Don't let it go to yer head, he likes everybody. Ken started laughing......
This old Cowgal (probably about the age i am now) was kinda hard to figure, she kept a straight face and i was being real polite. We introduced ourselves, referring to the phone conversation about a Quarter Horse mare she had for sale, uh huh she said, over here in this corral.
We put the mare through her paces while checking teeth, feet, and conformation. She looked good and now i was down to "fencing" a bit about the price when the mare backed up to the fence and gave it a rub.
Suddenly Kenny yells from across the corral......buy her Red! She's stumpbroke!
Well, as the "Cain and Abel" thing flashed into my mind, the old gal turned away suddenly and i thought all was lost until i saw her shoulders shaking
Kenny had a way about him, rest his soul, he could get away with danged near anything with wimmens! ( sorta like Royal) I bought a couple more ponies from the ol' Cowgal over the years, she always asked with a grin, how's yur brother doin?
Me....you shoulda said sumpthin before we left town, now we are too far out.
Ken....hmmpf!
40 miles from a one horse town and we finally find the horse ranch i was aiming for on a dead end road that took us 5 miles off the correction line. That couple hours was typical when brother Ken and i lit out together on a mission, usually sounding like......
Ken.... keep er on the road ya dork!
Me.... hey! I taught you to drive!
Ken.... Nah, you just bothered me while i was learnin to do it right, lemme drive!
Me.... No way!
Ken....them two girls in that town, we goin back that way?
Me.....Maybe.......wonder if they like horses?
Ken.....I don't like yours much.
Me......Huh?
Ken.....The brunette.
Me.....The blonde was smiling at ME!
Ken....nope, she was laughing at you!
Me.....azzhole!
The place was well kept and as attractive as a Ranch in the middle of the bald prairie can be. White painted rocks along the driveway, a Caragana hedgerow that was taller than any trees within 50 miles, a couple old cream cans sat by the gate, must have been cream truck day.
The usual heinz 57 mutt came barking with his tail wagging as we pulled in. The corrals held several horses, all clean and groomed, and the buildings were neatly painted. I stepped out, ignoring Ken's warning about the dog, we both knew dogs and he was just jerking my chain.
A lady strolled out from the barn to meet me and said......dog likes you huh? Don't let it go to yer head, he likes everybody. Ken started laughing......
This old Cowgal (probably about the age i am now) was kinda hard to figure, she kept a straight face and i was being real polite. We introduced ourselves, referring to the phone conversation about a Quarter Horse mare she had for sale, uh huh she said, over here in this corral.
We put the mare through her paces while checking teeth, feet, and conformation. She looked good and now i was down to "fencing" a bit about the price when the mare backed up to the fence and gave it a rub.
Suddenly Kenny yells from across the corral......buy her Red! She's stumpbroke!
Well, as the "Cain and Abel" thing flashed into my mind, the old gal turned away suddenly and i thought all was lost until i saw her shoulders shaking
Kenny had a way about him, rest his soul, he could get away with danged near anything with wimmens! ( sorta like Royal) I bought a couple more ponies from the ol' Cowgal over the years, she always asked with a grin, how's yur brother doin?