General Fiction posted February 13, 2019

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When cowboys were heroes

I Was a Cowboy

by Charles Loebbaka

I was a cowboy when I was young. I rode the plains with them all.

I drove cattle to Abilene with Tom Dunson after I survived an Indian attack.

I rode with Rogers, Autry, and Hopalong. I remember what Roy told me the last time I saw him: "Until we meet again, may the good Lord take a liking to you."

I was with Augustus McCrae and Woodrow Call when we drove a herd of
cattle to Montana. Gus didn't survive. Lorena missed him terrible.

I saw Frank Miller shot dead after he tried to kill Marshall Kane in Hadleyville. I brought Mister Kane's horse and wagon to him and watched him and Miss Amy ride out of town.

The sun hangs onto the horizon. It calms the world. I can still hear Augustus say, as if he were sitting next to me again, "I'm sure partial to the evening."

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I remember the cowboys from my youth when they were the good guys.
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