Some said he was born on a saddle. Others said he was one hell of a man. Didn’t matter what you believed, he was an authentic cowboy and wore the title well.
One night he cleaned off the dust, slipped into his best shirt, new Levis, and drove to a dance in the valley. A fiery redhead caught his eye, and his mind entertained thoughts other than lonely nights in the bunkhouse.
Having learned responsibility at a tender age, he secured a regular job. One that allowed him to take an active part in family life.
This didn’t take the cowboy out of him. He never missed saddling up for a round-up, branding, or an event to help a local rancher. He signed on to a ranch after retirement. His wife, known for her biscuits, pies, and any dish that cowboys had a likening, went with him.
The life of a cowboy isn’t an easy one. You take the lumps with the good, he used to say. He didn’t regret one bit and lived life to the fullest.
Those who knew him never doubted he was a believer. His God lived in the outdoors–the plains, sagebrush, painted desert. Mountains, green pastures, and the beauty of horses working cattle. He never spent much time inside a church other than attending a wedding, or funeral. It made sense that his funeral was held in the local community lodge.
The minister stepped away from the podium and strapped on a guitar. There wasn’t a dry eye as he sang the cowboy’s favorite song.
Now, his wife lives in the house by herself, but many doubt that she’s alone.
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