Cowboy

Cowboy

Cowboy

Cowboy

Excerpt

The ranch looked like a tiny speck when we first caught sight of it. But as we kept on ridin' closer we could make out the pole corrals. I'll never forget the thrill I got at the sight of them pole corrals an' the tall black-headed puncher standin' in the ranch-house door as we rode up, a-smokin' a cigarette. For this was no farm with a cotton patch an' a bunch of milk-pen cows, but a real cow ranch, just like I'd dreamed about ever since I was a kid.

For I always wanted to be a cow-puncher. As a little kid back on the farm in east Texas I couldn't think of nothin' else. Most kids, I guess, is that-a-way, but they never could knock the idea out of me. That was all farmin' country even then, but once in a while someone would . . .

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