 the dust was blowing -- so was the wind. The cattle were scattered over forty square miles; hidden in the brush and lost in the wilds. The sun had yet to rise, for at least another hour; but the cook was in the chuckwagon, mixing milk and flour. He cooked a hundred pancakes -- maybe even more; a pot of tar-black coffee, and scrambled eggs galore! The drovers ate, then saddled up; they rode in all directions; they'll search each hill and gully, in over half a dozen sections. The strays shy away when the riders get too near; you can see them try to hide -- they sometimes disappear! Riding thru the bushes and the cactus and the thorns makes it sorta difficult to rope 'em by the horns! But a cowpoke knows just what he has to do: round up all them dogies -- don't quit until you're thru! - Ross Menoher - Back to the Main Page You are Cowboy Jake fan # Last updated on January 13, 2006 by Ross Menoher |