Jake My Nephew as a Cowboy.
Me when I was a little boy as a Cowboy.
Like Uncle and Nephew, we both did the cowboy thing.
Imagine wearing a cowboy hat, boots, and jeans. Going out on the range, on horseback, traveling the lonely trials of the lone old west. The sun in rising in the horizon, and the keen eyes scan the land and the skies. Out in the open is a lone ranch with horses and a house with smoke coming out of the chimney. That means someone is home.
So we skittle dawdle out there and park our horses and they drink from the water that is laid out before them. We enter the house and we give our greetings to the lady of the house. "Ma'am" Tipping our hats her way and in respect we take our hats off and sit at the table. The mother made some ribs and pork and beans, and we drink merrily the drinks that are laid before us.
It is now noon, high noon and the sounds of yelling and gunshots are heard throughout the ranch. The horses screamed in surprise and the Indians are heading our way and they are shooting their arrows and guns. They came to steal the horses from the ranch. Us cowboys get our pistols out at the ready -- just being cautious and armed.
All of this is just an old west story. A playtime story of little boys and the costumes, the guns, the horses, and the good old west always lives on in little boy's dreams. I know I did. I know Jake will. It'll be a story that will live on again, and I know for the sake of stories, they will continue to inspire and make a child's world happy and fun.
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