“It feels so good to be back in the West,” George said, throwing away my reins and patting me on the neck with both hands.
“Yep,” added Jay, “these are our kind of people, cattle people, out-of-doors people. They know what it’s like to be on their own in harsh conditions.”
Fat started singing.
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish
Comment on this Bubble
Your comment and a link to this bubble will also appear in your Facebook feed.