Caint & Able, The Gatherin'... part 6

Cowboys and Horsemen, here's what I've got to say.
Are near about the very same, just like night and day.
Cowboys are a special breed, American for sure.
They do just what their Daddy did and Grandpa did before.
Horsemen take a different path, choose a better way.
By stayin' open minded, and learnin' more each day.

The last pink and gold of a perfect western sunset was fadin' fast when Able wheeled the old pickup into the yard. He looked to his good friend, and sighed, "What a day!" Thinkin' there was nothin' more to add, Caint agreed with a tired and hurtsome grunt. "Well," Able chuckled, "let's put the horses up and git some dinner."

Caint led Ol' Dan off the trailer and looked to his friend, "Well, I guess it's time I replaced this ol' horse with somethin' that can help me do a days work. This wreck of a day has made clear to me that Dan has flat got to go!"

Both cowboys were silent as they led Pal and Dan to the pen. Able thinkin', How can I help this close-minded friend of mine consider new ways. Caint wishin' he could stop thinkin', cause thinkin' just made the hurt sure worse.

Able slipped the halter from Pal's head and gave him a long scratch behind his ears. He then offered a ration of hay and a little extra grain, in thanks for a job well done.

Caint, tight lipped and brows pulled down near touchin' his handlebar, flung a flake of hay at Dan and stomped off in a huff. He was still thinkin' thoughts that raised a vein on his neck... still wishin' to find a way to shuck the miserable memories of the day... still believin' that having Ol' Dan gone is the sure best way.

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