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In the old days some of us learned how to ride bareback before we learned how to ride a bike. That makes it kind of easier to live in some wild west litrature. I even got in an arguement with an outlaw biker that got me shot several times with is pistol. It was just like the eighteen hunreds
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My Land
Up in the north east corner of the New Mexico territory a young man was busy digging a post hole with post-hole diggers. He kept digging up large stones. The rocks underground were making it just about impossible to dig the hole deep enough. The young man had to seat himself on the tree trunk fence post to catch his breath.
Another young man rode up on a gray gelding. He said, “I hope you are having a hell of a time trying to fence in a bit of my land.”
The post hole digger leaped up. He said, “This is the north east corner of my claim.”
The horseman waved his right arm drastically, “You are fencing off a bit of the upper
northwest corner of my farm.”
The laborer shrugged his shoulders, “How can that be? There weren’t no claims here when my wagon made it.”
The horseman punched his right hand, “Hell, l gotta confront a Yankee city slicker.”
The laborer shook his head, “No you don’t. I’m not from some place like New York City.”
The horseman nodded, “Yup most of them Yankees took over land down south of them.”
The laborer said, “Huh, they sure did not run us out of West Virginia.”
The horseman grasped the saddle horn, “Those conquerors took our Virginia tobacco farm. I had to move out west to start farming again.”