Goodbye, Bess

There’ll be no more horsin’ around wearing our homemade bridles with bits and reins. No winter “horseshoes” with blocks of wood and straps to secure to our feet. We used to stand tied to fences or corrals with our “bridles” and run around in winter pawing with our “horseshoes.”

Folks would ask (and some do ask personal questions) if we ever had a BM out on the gumbo when we rode after cattle.

“Of course,” one of us politely answered.

“What do you wipe with way out there?” Sagebrush was the answer.

“You’ll both get ‘piles’ [hemorrhoids],” they would state! (Note: So far as I can recall neither...