Slim Randles

The other night it was hot. Hot during the day, hot at night. Heat seems to define this time of year for us, in many ways. But in spite of…

Slim Randles Learnin’ The Ropes Steve, the tall cowboy of us philosophy types, was riding a young horse through town the other day to get him used to “boogers.” To…

Slim Randles Taking Comfort In An Old Friend Doc smiled and felt really good inside when he heard the familiar bird song. “Hey there, Wheezer,” he said, “happy nesting!” For…

“Wonder what the count is today,” said Herb. “Sure is hot.” We sipped simultaneously, as is our wont, and stared at our friend. “What count would that be?” asked Steve.…

“Just about a week now, boys, and Happy Birthday America!” “Got that right, Herb. You finished with that hot sauce?” “Here you go,” said Steve. There’ll be the annual parade,…

Our day is filled with heat at this time of year. It commands our attention and makes our work harder. As we toil, we daydream not about love or success,…

Dud was heading home in his pickup truck when he saw the strange goings-on at the Bahdziewicz place.  Abraham Lincoln Bahdziewicz was out in the family’s large garden with a…

Steve looked out from the turret of his cabin and watched the sun set behind the mountain. Branding is over for the spring, and he was able to get away…

 “I took Duckworth to the dog show up in the city last weekend,” Dud said.    The other members of the Mule Barn truck stop’s world dilemma think tank and…