Me, I’m riding along, minding my own business. Four cowboys come by and we decide to ride together for a while, friendly as can be. I always figure you might as well approach life like everybody’s your friend or nobody is… don’t make much difference. We get out in the middle of that frying pan and suddenly everybody’s pointing their gun but
me. I guess they admired my horse. She’s a great one, a sweet little bay.
Looks like that’s not all they admired.
Yup. The whole rig. I don’t care much about the rest, but I surely will miss that bay. Least they didn’t kill me. That was right considerate, I thought. They were laughing when they left me. Thought it was real funny. I walked for a little while
but there was no use, so I gave it up.