I couldn’t believe it. There he was, the orneriest looking thing that had ever come down the pike. Looking in his darkened eyes made me think, think of times so tranquil, think of being with mama, think of all the great things that I have had.
We stared in each other’s faces. Looking through the pipe fence, that had been erected to keep him out of here, and me out of there.
The sound of the rodeo lit up the night, with people all walking about proudly, dressed in there finest duds, and wrapped their heads in Stetson or Miller hats, drinking their fine drinks, eating their popcorn, laughing at the clowns, and watching the cowboys work.
He and I just looked at one another, both of us about five years old, one with the cow skin boots, and the other with the skin of one who had done it before, and would do it again, at least a hundred times.
Just us, the back of the scoreboard staring down, the lights of the evening about to pass into darkness, and I see him, looking at me, me looking at him, and I know, someday he will pick a ride, with someone like me, to show the world, he is a man.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Colton Alexander
Claremore PRCA Will Rogers Stampede Rodeo
Comentários