An old cowboy wandering the west with a batshit crazy dog and a fine Buckskin Mare in a Lakota LQ drug around by a tired ol' Dodge Pickup.

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

The Sky Above and the Stones Below

This old cowboy has been running uphill packing baggage he should long ago have set down.

I sure wish life was more like the stock market... you know, that selling short setup... where you can somehow turn a profit by losing money?

Yeah, that would be fine, 'cause I have that doin' it wrong part nailed.

Circumstance having caught my foot and drug me all the way back to Missouri some 3 years back... I've worked at a dozen different trails to break out and go Home....each and every one a miserable bust.

Homesick for the west, the fresh obstacle of a 21st century plague has me aching for a culture lost to the people of this century.

Lost to them, but it still lives. It's kept alive by a hardy few who preserve that western character and its clear eye in secluded spots across the west. They live their lives as they see proper, Free on the Land.

I saddled this Bronc, and this Bronc I'll get rode. I vow.