A Cowboy Misconception

by Kevin on November 8, 2010

Two young cowboys were sitting on the edge of the fence watchin’ a colt try to buck his new saddle off. They grinned as the colt snorted, kicked, and jumped in vain. They hoped he would do this until he was so tuckered out that he wouldn’t buck much when they drew straws to see who would get on first.

Cole turned to his older younger counterpart and said, “Sam, you remember last week when we were doin’ this very same thing with that palomino colt and I ended gettin’ kicked in the head?”

Sam watched the colt make another round and looked down as he said, “Yeah, I’ll be honest with you. When I seen it happen and saw you just lyin’ there, I didn’t think you’d ever get up. I thought it’d killed ya. The very fact that you ain’t got nothin’ but bean and bacon for brains probably saved your life.”

Cole stared at something that seemed to be way off in the distance. “Yeah” he said, “and that got me to thinkin’ that maybe I ain’t lived the kind of life that would get me into that great peaceful pasture in the sky, but more like gettin’ me into that brandin’ fire that don’t ever go out.”

They both sat there and watched as the colt tired himself out. Finally, Cole looked at Sam and said, “Where would you go if you were to die today?”

Without hesitation, Sam said, “Heaven.”

“But how do you know?” Cole asked.

“Because Jesus heads up this old outfit I call my life.”

Sam looked down as he said, “Jesus wouldn’t want no part of my outfit. It’s full of things I hope my momma never finds out about, much less the Big Man. I’ve done things that a coyote would be ashamed of and there ain’t nothin’ I can do to change that fact. Shoot, I don’t know that I could stop some of the things that get me in trouble. I’d have to work 12 days a week to get my act cleaned up ‘fore Jesus would step foot near my spread. And knowin’ me like I do, I’d have it filthy within a weekend in town.”

Cole smiled at his friend and said, “It ain’t nothin’ like that Sam. Let me explain it to you.”

“You see that colt out there buckin’ and kickin’? Are you mad at him for it?”

“No, he just don’t understand what’s goin’ on. Things is a tad bit unnatural for him right now” Sam answered.

Cole hopped down off the fence and started walking toward the colt. “Why are we doin’ this to him Sam?”

“So we can use him out here on the ranch. We need him to gather the cattle. We need him to pull the little calves to the brandin’ fire so that we can mark them with the brand. There’s a hundred different things we’ll use this little colt for. Why do you ask?”

“Before I answer your question Sam, tell me what this horse gets out of the deal.”

“Well, he’ll get taken care of real good. We’ll put shoes on his feet to protect them from the rocks. He’ll get oats and good alfalfa hay every single day. If he gets sick, we’ll haul him over to Doc Armstrong and get him fixed up. He’ll have a good life workin’ with us on the ranch. Like I said, he’ll be taken care of real good.”

“That’s right Cole. We’ll take great care of him and he will have a purpose. He will help us make a living for our families and we’ll ask him to do things he won’t ever understand, but it’ll be for a good cause. We didn’t ask him to change from a bronc to a kid horse before we took him in. No, we took him in as our own just like he was–bronc and all.”

Sam started noddin’ his head in understandin’. “So what you’re sayin’ Cole is that Jesus will take me in even though I’m a rank old bronc?”

“You’re startin’ to get it Sam. Go on.”

“He’ll take me in just like I am, but he will start workin’ with me real gentle, like we handle our horses, until I can help him on his outfit.”

Cole walked over and patted the colt and said, “I sure can’t say it like old King James did, but the simplified cowboy version of what Jesus said in Matthew 9:13 is this: ‘I didn’t come down here to save award winnin’ cutting horses, I came down here to save rank old broncs like you’.”

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  • Don Coyote

    Some broncs can be gentled real easy, others of us needed a quirt and those big-roweled Mexican spurs before we came around. Just an old fashioned bronc-bustin’.

    • Kevin

      Yeah, I was one of those real good horses that would do whatever you needed most of the time, but you had to watch me because about every third day I would buck you off.

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