Pull the cork on a jug of your favorite "Who Shot John" and ride along
with Ol' Iggy and JD as they head South of the Border.
Well, it was bound to happen. You take a couple of old "moss horned" cowhands, one of them a cheerful and spontaneous go gitter than runs completely on optimism, and the other is a taciturn, pessimistic loner, mix in a little whiskey, guns, and gold, and you've got the potential for some kind of adventure.
Similar circumstances bring J.D up from Texas and Iggy down from Wyoming to the Denver Stock show.
An evening of swappin' yarns and a few drinks leads to these two old hands to partnerin' up and go off
on a Great Adventure, South of the Border.
The Show
JD was a soakin' one in at the lounge of the Brown Palace, feelin' 'bout as low as a
gut shot panther. He'd drove two days to get here, hoping to visit with some old friends and
kick up a lit'l sand. Hadn't been here in several years, things shore nuff had changed.
Seemed like all his old pards had either passed on or taken up the rockin' chair.
Loss their grit as he call'd it, no piss and vinegar left in 'em.
He’d drawn a blank in El Paso, crapped out in Ft. Worth. JD shur had some serious purcolatin'
to do on this here plan of his. Lookin up from his contemplatin, he sees this here grizzled old hand sidelin' up to the bar.
This feller look'd familiar, kinda favor'd an ol' rough stock hand from up north of here a piece.
"Howdy there Podner, pull ya self up a chair, kinda dead in here ain't it.
Alls them youngin's musta be waterin' at some other hole these days. It's just as wells,
most of 'em wouldn't know com' here from sic 'em, anyhows." JD added.
"Don't mind if I do, Thanks for the invite. Name's Iggy."
"Call me JD, pleased to meetcha.
I's got into town a few days ago, thinkin' I might run into some of them fellers I knew when
I's was goin' down the road. Never did win much...Jest enought to get to the next ropin.
But in them days we's shur nuff was livin' free and easy."
"I rode saddle broncs back in the day, but I spent most of my winnin's git'n patched up
from the lickin's I took. I kin tell you I've seen some of the best buckin' Stock in the country.
I've watched them buck away from me as I picked myself up off the ground." Iggy replied.
"Yep, I would't take a millon dollars fer them times...But would't give ya nickel fer some more of it neither.
It jest seem like nobody wants to have no fun no more," sez JD kinda thinkin out loud.
"Ya want another one...On me?" JD motioned to the barkeep.
"Yeh, I reckon I will, Thanks. I'll take a Beam and water back there young feller..."
"I's got a little place down near Laredo, been fool around with a few head of runnin' hosses
now and agin', jest to trade around on. Nuthin too serious now in days." sez JD.
"I had a little place years back. It was my grand parent's homestead.
I din't like bein' ground tied, so I sold it to a big outfit that plumb surrounded us.
I put the money in a Bank and that was the last I saw of it.
The bank went belly up and that smooth talkin' banker ******** retired on a hell of bunch of
other folks money," remembered Iggy.
Ol' JD's in kinda a tight here and thinkin' mebbe he's found a salty ol' fart jest right
for this here little raid he's got in mind....
Ya never know, this Mr. Iggy might just be the sort ta partner up with fer a spell.
JD turns over the first card in this here deck, jest to see...
Click the link for the rest of the story...Short Stories - RED RIVER CUSTOM LEATHER
With Many Thanks to Iggy for all his talent and hard work on this project.
Su Amigo,
Dave
Ride along with Iggy & JD down South of the Border
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