05-02-2018, 03:36 PM
Me and my horse rode on a cattle drive from the Texas panhandle up to Dodge in the autumn of '63. After my horse collected our wages and divvied them up fair and square -- he got sixty percent and I got forty -- we rented a shotgun shack outside of town and took up hog farming for a spell.
One night, I heard a scratching sound at the window. I thought it was a tree limb at first, but then I remembered there were no trees in Kansas. I got up and went to the window to investigate.
Lo and behold, there was Trix looking me straight in the eye, not six inches from my face.
One night, I heard a scratching sound at the window. I thought it was a tree limb at first, but then I remembered there were no trees in Kansas. I got up and went to the window to investigate.
Lo and behold, there was Trix looking me straight in the eye, not six inches from my face.
