I don't hardly remember
but Mr Stricker says
the first time my dad
brought me and Colt over
to help on roundup
was when we was six.
It was a cold December day
and we wore hooded sweatshirts
and insulated overhauls
and we was about half froze
but we rode along side Mr Stricker all day
pushin cattle and goin after strays
and never embarrassed ourselves.
He said we did a man's job.
Hanque O . . .
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