Yes Sir Iggy...It's is a wise man that carry's his shooter with him ahorseback.
Now this here is a true story involving a Smith & Wesson revolver.
It was an early February morning an I was lining out a short string of
knot-headed bronc mules for a little schooling on the parade grounds.
Wells, we make a pretty good circle and arrive back at the barn about noonish.
It was a drizzling rain and a lit'l on the muddy side of things. As I step down to the ground,
my rubber pack boot gets all jammed up and hung in the stirrup. I make a little short hop toward my saddle pony.
Which by the way is kinda a little on the bronc side his own-self, well now he buggers and jerks yours truly down.
We headed toward open corral gate and open range...Caught by the left foot and my ol head boppin' on the ground
at a clip that would have left a Derby winner eatin dust.
Wells, I'm tryin to pull my sixgun for to put one in this here run-away's boiler room. Couldn't get to my revolver,
my gunbelt was up under my arm pits, my gun was digging into my shoulder blade...I was in one hell of a fix.
Things was look purty grim for this boy. All that was left to do was udder a word or two to my Maker and let fate take it's course.
I sez,"Lord this sure's a rough way to die!"
Wells, wouldn't know it about that time, that ol pony planted a hind foot right in my middle and I popped loose jest like a cork from a bottle!
That string of mules was a followin along right close, didn't but two or three of 'em run over me.
Now this ain't been too many years ago...I's wasn't no young man by any means.
Gone to usin belt keeps after that with my gunbelt.
Su Amigo,
Dave
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