After
a hard day of droving cattle, a cowboy came into camp and was greeted by the
cook who said, “There ain’t nothin’ a plate of beans and biscuits can’t fix.”
The cowboy heartily agreed and they sat by the fire to eat.
Minutes
later another cowboy came in looking down. “There ain’t nothin’ a plate of
beans and biscuits can’t fix,” the two exclaimed. But the cowboy dragged with
him a dead cow. Sadly, he said, “There is one thing.” They looked at each other
and felt sad. Then they felt hungry. Then, like dust kicked up by the wind, it
is lost to the sands of time what they felt next. Probably because nobody was
there to make them share what they felt.
