Cowboy 260 Air Conditioner

“Now Mamie,” said Windy Wilson, “the reason I expurgated myself over here to your place was to see how you was a-doin’ in this year heat.” Mamie Dilworth refilled his iced tea glass, smiled at the old cowboy and camp cook. “Well, that’s awfully nice of you, Windy. I’m fine. Tired of this heat, just…

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That Summer Smile

When the world is hot and my skin is fried, scratching from the constant dry, let the clouds boil up, boil up high. And then shade the earth with the darkening sky and bring the secrets and the smell of rain. The coolness and the blessed rain, again. Our land is brown but blessed, stressed…

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Graduation Day for Windy Wilson

“Before we begin our regular commencement tonight,” said combined elementary/high school principal Jim Albertson, “we have a special award to present. Will Windy Wilson please come up here on the stage with us?” Windy looked up at the stage in the gymnasium and all he saw were black choir robes and smiles. He looked at…

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The Meeting Windy Didn’t Get Invited to

Windy’s friends and neighbors started the day off as usual, smiles and waves to each other. But then a change occurred when they heard the first announcement on the Gates of Heaven Chinese Restaurant’s loudspeaker car. “Let’s get your day started down at the Mule Barn with a short stack and a cuppa joe that’ll…

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Marvin Hasn’t Lost His Mind

It was just one of those things. It didn’t really mean Marvin Pincus had lost his mind. Consider this yourself for a minute. Marvin had opened the mail that morning and in it was the Fenwick glass fly rod he’d ordered. Oh, it was used, of course. But there’s a feel to a Fenwick that…

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Licensed to Death

“Well that about tears it!” said Steve, twitching his walrus moustache. “How do they expect a guy to get by when they tell him what to do and to send money and re-up every dang thing in your billfold. It ain’t right!” We hadn’t seen our favorite cowboy so worked up over something since the…

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The Quiet of the Morning

There’s something so satisfying about getting out of bed when the world is still dark and quiet and resting. Making the coffee gives us time to scratch and think. Well, scratch, anyway. Most of that thinking will start after about the third cup of coffee. But it’s a quiet time. A private time. When the…

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Windy Wilson and Her Commercials

The funny little car with the speakers on the roof drove slowly down Main Street once again. “Hi folks,” came the voice of Windy Wilson. “Can you hear me okay this morning?” Doc was in front of the drugstore and shook his head. “They can hear him okay in Temecula.” “Our newest sponsor is good…

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We Don’t Think Much About Axes

These days we don’t think much about axes. They’re kinda old fashioned and they are too closely associated with manual labor for them to be very popular. It’s a shame, too, because there is lore to an ax. There are proper and improper ways to sharpen one, for instance. There are proper and improper ways…

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Best April Fool’s Joke We Ever Gonna Have

“Wait a minute … wait a minute … I got it!” said Steve, our tall cowboy with the shaving brush moustache. “Here’s what we can do … just listen a minute.” The faithful no-card-carrying members of the Mule Barn truck stop’s morningly congregation of the valley’s supreme court of dang near everything hushed and sipped…

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