Double Trouble

     Crossing west out of Dakota and thru the Big Horns cowboy was riding thru disputed lands. The Lakota, the Blackfoot, the Absarboka and the Shoshone had all hunted these lands; and each other, for generations. Keeping a wary eye, cowboy avoided the small bands of Indians he saw, allowing them to continue their hunts, as he continued his quest. Being a majority part Choctaw, he had no reason to take sides in their ancient fights.

     Riding ever westward, through the Big Horns and down into the Medicine Lodge district of Wyoming, old cowboy realized his need to find some place to get supplies. He and old dog could live off this wild land of the Lakota; but never one to abuse man or horse. he needed grain for his mount and his string. And there was the pressing matter of coffee and more tobacco. So he set his track towards the little settlement of Cody, still to the west.

     Well before Cody; the cowboy turned a small swell and there sat what appeared to be a trader’s post, right smack dab in the middle of the grasslands. He studied the place half a morning before deciding to tie off his pack animals in a grove of trees and approach the post astride the mare. He had noted at least four rough looking men seemed to run the post, and all morning he had seen small bands of Indians coming and going. Something just didn’t feel right, and the hair on his neck was standing by the time he rode into the trading post to face four heavily armed men.

     In a younger life; riding the wild trails, had taught the old cowboy well, these men were up to no good. Having established this post far from authority, they were trading guns and whiskey to the Indians, and were not above robbing the stray traveler or two. It was if life had come full circle, once before he had ridden out of the Dakotas in hurt and anger to become a wild and violent man; quick to shoot, and never one to give an inch.

     As the old cowboy rode west out of that place towards the Yellowstone on his beautiful roan mare, his pack horses carried a fifty pound bag of grain, four tins of coffee and a fresh tin of tobacco; but behind, he left four dead or dying men on the ground. He rode to his vision; the siren's call of the love of his life, but his past had built the fast reflexes that had just saved him from evil men.

© 2003/2010 ~ David L. Griffith

Search for the Cowboy's Special Lady.

Mail To The Cowboy


"Once I realized my wishes were never coming true I traded them in for dreams."

Text © by PalletMaster's Workshop®.
Graphics by Martyca