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Irons in the fire: No regrets?

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Written by Paul Marchant   
Monday, 18 August 2014 16:02

I’m working on no sleep today. Of course, we all seem to have a good excuse to explain our deficiencies and our inefficiencies, but I really believe my excuse today has some validity to it. Here’s the deal:

I was going about my business with the chores in the early evening last night, when I noticed the dog pestering one of the horses that was lying over by the water troughs.

 

Irons in the fire: Randy the Kidd

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Friday, 20 June 2014 13:35

A couple of years ago, a good friend of mine, who happens to be one of the county commissioners, asked me to write up a little roast/tribute to the retiring county sheriff.

 

Irons in the fire: Kanye Twitty and Quannah Parker

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Thursday, 15 May 2014 12:36

It’s a pretty tall order, if not absolutely impossible, to win all of life’s battles. The odds against you are even greater if you’re not careful when picking your battles.

 

Irons in the fire: Fix your fence and get some sleep

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Thursday, 20 February 2014 12:01

My grandfather, a World War I veteran, died when I was 13. He was always an old man when I knew him, but the memories I have of him are mostly good ones.

 

Irons in the fire: The rogue Samaritan

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Tuesday, 17 December 2013 11:12

My sister’s husband, Bart, is as salt-of-the-earth as they come. He’s not happy unless he’s helping someone, and he’s always happy. Ergo, he is always helping somebody.

 

Irons in the fire: Doubt not in Fred

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Written by Paul Marchant   
Thursday, 17 October 2013 13:32

My boys all started helping me cowboy when they were quite young. As is the case with many ranch families, we had each of our kids on a horse not long after they could walk.

My oldest son started riding with me for full days when he was 7 or 8. The youngest was spending 10-hour days on the mountain when he was 4.

It was always more of a fight to make him stay home than it was to take him along. He always wanted to go, and he rarely complained about the long, hot days and the hard work.

 
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