By Clay Reid
Well, another day another dollar and another NTFR deadline crept up on me. So as I was headed out the door to go gather some bovine into a trap to wean the calves off their mamas, of course it hit me like a hammer, that I had unfinished business with NTFR editor Jessica Crabtree.
Before I start this tall tale of bad days in the cowboy world, I will also let it be known that in my life I have prayed for many things. I prayed for safety for my family. I prayed for health for the same bunch. I have even prayed for my beloved Dallas Cowboys to win a game after placing a $100 bet on them.
This morning, however, will be the first time that I will be praying that this computer stays together and allows me to finish this story unabated. You see, last month the last four sentences in my little article took about an hour and a half to finish.
My computer was locking up and it took five seconds for each letter to pop up onto the screen. It was all I could do to keep from throwing it across the room and stomping on it like a three year old when Granny won’t let him have ice cream. Well, so far so good.
I was going through some pictures the other day when I came upon one of me with my face in ruin. It was a horse wreck picture, and I sure looked pretty homely. In the cowboy world it ain’t if you will ever have a horse wreck, it’s a matter of when and how many you will have, and will you live to tell the story.
I have friends who have died from them and others who are forever crippled from them. The picture I speak of was a pure example of how quickly it can happen while horseback, and I hope that some who read this might take note and realize how dangerous it is for grown men, much less young children, to be horseback.
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