Whoa
This unused postcard has no information on the publisher or the artist. I’d like to know more about it. Why is the cowboy carrying his boots? Is there another card depicting him tossing his boots at the horse?
I can usually catch my horse, after he makes a fool of me for a little while. Tuffy loves his treats. But the Sugarbeet Baron’s horse is another story. And it’s not because I doctored Teeter for so long last year. My husband has always had a time with him.
We let the cattle drift Thursday. Friday afternoon we rode and brought them up higher, to a windmill. It did rain while we were riding, but it was light and felt nice. This year there are wildflowers that I’ve never seen before. I guess that they were dormant, and this year’s moisture did the trick. After we brought the horses back down - actually, the horses brought us down - we drove up to work on the pump. That’s when it really started raining. Lightning, thunder and some slick driving. We saw a variety of birds and quite a few pronghorn.
Friday night we had a strange windstorm. No precipitation at all, but wicked winds from the west. I could see lightning flashing across the sky to the east for hours. It wasn’t striking down, but from north to south, lighting the sky over the Pryors. I went outside to rescue some clothes from the line, and to call the cat. I found one of my birdhouses smashed - but it fortunately had no occupants. Rocky was nowhere to be found. I was starting to feel too much like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, so I gave up. I woke up around midnight. It had calmed down, and Rocky was waiting at the door. The lightning was cracking over Red Lodge then.
On Saturday we traveled to Emblem to pickup more bulls. It was a beautiful morning for a drive, and we were happy to see so much green grass. We brought the boys home, branded them and introduced them to the girls. The Baron went back to his corn field. I came back to a home in desperate need of cleaning, and a lawn needing to be mowed.
Now you know where I am.
May 22nd, 2005 at 9:11 pm
Just a wild guess on the postcard…
The cowboy went to town, likely Pawnee, Oklahoma, whose slogan is “Out where the west remains”. The town used to have 17 saloons and so the horse probably got tired of waiting and headed back to the ranch. So the cowboy had to walk all the way home which is why he’s cursing the horse and carrying his new going-to-town boots because his feet hurt.
May 24th, 2005 at 10:03 am
Thanks Richard.
I have one or two “Out where the west remains” cards - somewhere - I’ll have to look for them.