| ....all the time that Jim was mouthing what would be considered by many to be profane, a smile spread across his wind and suntanned face, browned by many years of facing into the elements astride his favorite mount. He pushed back his Stetson to reveal the whitened scalp that was always covered by the big hat. One could identify the ranchers by their big hats, and if they did remove them, like when the flag went by or maybe at a funeral, their white foreheads stood out in sharp relief. |
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..."Doc, can you come out and look at my pigs?" "Yeah, I can. What's the matter with them" "Doc, they go down on their knees." "Well, maybe they're praying for something to eat." I joked and laughed. "No, no, no, Doc," he said without laughing. "I feed them good." "Have they got a curl in their tails?" "Yeah, they have, Doc." "Are they gaining weight?" "Yeah, they're looking good." Frank was a rotund, jolly man who was known at times to be "at the cups" as they say over in England. I knew he was calling from a local bar. I could tell from the background noise......
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