The dragonslayer injured saving the damsel. The concerned female dabbin’ peroxide in the bullet wound creasing your shoulder. ‘It’s nuthin’,’ you’d say, wincing in pain. If only you had a saber slash across the cheek.

Many’s the time I’ve come home with yellow paint on my coveralls. Caterpillar yellow – spot it a mile away. We used it to mark our cull cows. Two paint brands we’d borrowed from the sheepherders were dipped in the paint can and daubed on the cow’s rump according to their condition.

“Roy, can you show us the scar? It’s gotta be a big one!” “What scar?” “Where they took your conscience out!”

I wonder if I will see in my lifetime the end of “designated Americans”? I was filling out a form and was asked to check if I was African American, Hawaiian American, Latin American, Native American, Asian American, Anglo American or Other American.

Meatless Monday … what kind of person would think something like that up? The same kind of people who would support Breathless Tuesday, Whistle-less Wednesday or Jalapeño-less Cinco de Mayo?

“In feast or famine, at least examine the game we came to play’Cause win or lose, it’s how we use the cards that come our way ...”

There are those who say farming and ranching is a “way of life” more than it is a business. Which helps explain why young people who grow up in agriculture return to work on the farm. Working the land holds a strong lure.

I have developed a way to evaluate when a person reaches the pinnacle of their profession – their prime, so to speak. I call it the “Peak of Practical Intelligence.” It states there is a point in the lifetime of a profession where your dependence on your knowledge derived from education (ED) equals your dependence on your knowledge gained from experience (EX).

WANTED: Cowboy. No TV, No phone. If you don’t like dogs and can’t tough it in the mountains, don’t apply.—Alamo, Nevada

Jim said he had the best two-strand bob wire fence in the country. The ranchers who bordered him got together and fixed his fence. Now his pasture is gettin’ thin, and he’s only got half as many cows. That didn’t please Jim’s banker.