Baxter Black

Prejudice is a funny thing. When a city slicker or a dude comes meanderin’ into the Montana bar in Glasgow, he’s liable to get a lot of hard stares. But I’m here to tell ya, when the shoe’s on the other foot, it can be mighty uncomfortable.

It doesn’t make much difference how fast a horse can run if the jockey doesn’t cross the finish line with him.

Annie is a jockey and horse trainer of good reputation. She passed along this story about a horse we’ll call Tango Sed.

We were watching The History Channel at Grandma’s casita. It was a story about the USS Enterprise being attacked. It was 1945. They were describing acts of heroism that occurred.

Yer not gonna keep ’er, still, are ya Dad?
She must be twelve years old.

I reckon she’s closer to fourteen now,
And naturally half-polled.

It’s fall on the cow outfit.

Time to get out the WD-40 and grease up the handles on the squeeze chute. Maybe find the three or four syringes that work, buy some new gaskets and barrels along with a box of needles.

This is my wife. She does the books.
I do the important stuff,
Like mend the fence and check the cows.
She makes sure the income’s enough