For nearly thirty days Tommy lived in the little camp trailer that Valerie and Justin had loaned him. It sat on their ranch, the Double Cross-U with no running water or electricity. Daily he mustered all his energy to get up in the chill of the autumn air and walk the two dozen or so…

A cowboy with his hoss in tow, Was at the local fair and rodeo, Eye-ballin’ the strangers And avoidin’ the dangers. He said ‘Howdy’ to a certain young filly. She fired him up like a bowl full of chili, With her blue eye’s and blonde hair. And a visit and a beer they did share.…

The helicopters flew close to the tree line as the group of warriors sat, feet dangling from the doorways. It was early morning and the sun had not yet presented itself, but already the unit had been sent into the field to deploy a counter-strike against Communist forces operating in the area. Tommy was in…

He came ridin’ up the canyon draw When he heard more than saw Two university-types communin’ with nature, Smoking cigarettes and drinkin’ beer. They took one look at him and cussed As they choked on his hosses dust. The Cowboy said not a word As he frown at what he heard. They said he was…

At stringin’ fence I’ve done my share, I’ve chased down cows and branded some, At doin’ hard work, I’ll claim I’m fair, But at throwin’ rope, there ain’t no hope. I’ve missed my target all but once While helpin’ Daniel shearin’ sheep. Ol’ Charlie and I plowed into those runts He’d cut them fine, I…

A cowboy pard’ner of mine, Gave up his hoss for a bike, When he moved to the city so fine ‘Cause his hoss, the city didn’t like. The first day that he was there, He was thrown in the city jail. His hoss left droppings everywhere, And cowboys don’t carry a scoop or pail. So…

It was Christmas Eve, snow coming down The Army was halted on frozen ground. Soldiers on half-ration, coffee, hard tack. Supplies were short, such an awful fact. Lieutenant commands some season cheer, Men wishing for barreled buttered beer. Alas, he orders a squad deep into the trees, Snow so deep, they thought they’d freeze. Once…

There is one thing in my life for which I have been strivin’. It’s somethin’ I’ve wanted since I was jus’ a little kid. When I die, I wanna go in my sleep like my Grandpa did, Not screamin’ like my Grandma, in the truck he was drivin’.

I do not understand this metaphor That crashes and smashes and thrashes Through my waking daydreams. I see him plain as a cloudless day, The bronco buster cowboy man With kack and tack and on hoss back, Rolling with Hell-bound abandon. It is like a child frolicking at play. And I can never be like…

Senator Harry “Pinky” Reid has been in the headlines of Nevada the last couple of days. A recent statewide poll shows he would be defeated if elections were held today and if someone with solid name recognition came up against Pinky. This comes after having received Reid latest book entitled, “The Good Fight: Hard Lessons…